It was at a church dinner just before Thanksgiving where we were reaching out to make people feel welcome. We had recently visited homes of families in need, finding some homes that didn't look liveable, yet the owners were very proud of having a place to call their own, in whatever condition it might be. In spite of hardships, we found people whose priorities were their families and friends.
Church dinners are always delicious, and this one was no exception. Everyone had brought their favorite Thanksgiving dishes and we enjoyed the food and each other. After most people had eaten their fill, a few were lingering around the desserts while others were gathering their dishes. One visitor in particular seemed to feel right at home. She was probably in her fifties, rather unkempt looking with a big smile and some missing teeth. She surveyed the leftovers, found the bowl of tasty mashed potatoes and reached in to scoop some out - with her hand.
One of the church ladies was working in the kitchen, trying to clean up and keep things organized. She graciously offered the woman a spoon to serve herself. After our visitor declined the spoon, dipped again and licked her hand, the server and I just exchanged smiles. I have seen people lick their fingers when tasting good food; but, this was the first time I had seen someone scoop with the side of their hand and proceed to lick. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy the good food, and I hope we were able to give her a glimpse of the outstretched arms of Jesus.
