I’m going to be honest. Summer of 7 had me in a funk earlier today. I left a sleeping family this morning to drive in the rain for 45 minutes to go to the office and I was just a little irritated that I couldn’t have my once-a-week Starbucks like I normally do when I head to the office. I couldn’t even have my French pressed Dunkin Donuts. If I’ve missed anything this week I’ve missed coffee. I’m not addicted to the caffeine. I’ve had no headaches and I haven’t been tired. I just miss the smell and the warmth and it’s just plain comforting.
Then because I’m not doing take-out I had to take some leftovers from last night for lunch. Ranch chicken and a baked potato. I don’t want to sound whiny but I pretty much hate leftovers unless it’s Italian. And then our barely-there microwaves didn’t heat it well. And we were out of sour cream. So I was eating dry chicken with a reheated baked potato with only butter. With water. I hated lunch today.
I started giving myself a pep talk about how I should be grateful I have a job to take leftovers to and the fact that I had leftovers to take. But really the bottom line was the food was not good. So then I started thinking about people that struggle for food. I’ll admit I kind of always assumed that people that were hungry loved any food they got their hands on. But, you know. I’m pretty sure that’s not true. So I thought about how we’re feeling pretty good about giving people our excess during Summer of 7 and then I thought well that’s not so noble. Giving people what we don’t want, especially our seconds, doesn’t magically make someone ecstatic to have it. I thought about Alene’s post where she posted a letter from a former homeless person and how he said you always had to watch out for mold because many donated items were old. And then I thought about how God gave us his very best in Christ and it really made me think not just about giving but the quality of what we give.
If I were super hungry and someone had given me the dry chicken and the reheated potato I would have eaten it gratefully but I don’t know. I just don’t think giving leftovers is what Jesus would do.
Mark 12:41 Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents.
Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”
You can read more posts about the food week of Summer of 7 below: