Parable

Sumptuous displays and tasting stations await attendees of the gourmet trade food show. Brie, gouda, fancy cakes, pureed fruit from the middle east, the finest olives, an array of British and German sausages, etc. A taster’s delight. The evening was at last over and the gourmands headed home.

Then a new task began. Volunteers took what had not been eaten and packed in keeping with food safety standards. It was as if they were moving a high rent delicatessen. The trucks rolled and fanned out to spots across the city. And that next day, in a series of soup kitchens, the homeless, the lost, the mentally ill, the working poor, the undocumented, had a regal lunch, a global smorgasbord. We can so easily imagine the messianic rabbi smiling in the corner…

In every time, in our time, parables of the kingdom and of grace are meant to enthrall, disturb, upend…

+GRS

Complete the Race (II Timothy 4:17)

At the end of our vacation we find ourselves in Chicago for its Marathon weekend (the fastest, I have read this morning, perhaps because it is cool and relatively level). Marathons offer many good things. You can see world-class athletes from places like Ethiopia and Kenya. There is a feel of fiesta with signs by family members, getups by some for-fun runners, and food for sale.

But as I looked out my hotel window at 7:30 a.m., I watched the race of competitors who have lost legs or their use. Wheeling vehicles by arm for 26 miles means serious fitness and determination.

Those competitors were to me, this morning, a symbol of the Church too. For each is wounded. The larger family cheers them on. Each by grace has risen up to run the race. Ahead is the goal, the prize, the welcome home. We find the companionship of Jesus the Lord, there, and along the route too.

Amen.

GRS