A Three-Hour Meal, a Three-Hour Meal
Last Friday, I was invited to a Saturday morning breakfast. I was looking forward to sleeping in after a long, tiring week, but I knew I needed the fellowship. The meal would begin at 8 AM, and I was assured it would be done by 9.
I didn’t get home until 11:30 AM.
Two Tweets from Saturday
At 7:55 AM, I wrote:
“Heading to a men’s breakfast with Vision Ministries in
#AllendaleSC. Thankful for the fellowship from this church.”
Later on, I updated my thoughts:
#AllendaleSC, “being prompt” apparently means starting 30 minutes late, and finishing 2 hours after schedule. Not good for Type A’s.”
When I arrived at 8 o’clock, I saw a couple of other young kids that I knew. I made an off-hand comment, “Oh. If I knew these kids were going to be here, I’d have brought Elijah.” I was told to go home and get him. I took one of the boys with me to ride back home, as I called Elijah and told him to stop playing video games and get out of his pajamas. We picked him up and headed back, getting there at 8:30. Breakfast had not yet started.
Don’t get me wrong. It was a great breakfast. We feasted on eggs, rolls, grits, and four kinds of meat. I enjoyed catching up with some guys I hadn’t seen in a while. Elijah enjoyed playing pool with the other boys.
Then, at around 10 AM, when we were wrapping up, I was asked to help set up something on the computer. I’m no tech guy, and it took longer than I expected. It was after 11AM by the time we left.
What I Need to Remember
I had planned to eat breakfast, chit chat, and get back home to work on some things before lunch, but my plans were thrashed. Honestly (and ashamedly), I was frustrated that my task list was untouched that morning. But God kept reminding me of something:
Relationships and family are greater than tasks.
This is a good thing for Type A’s like me to remember. (Conversely, Type B’s usually need to be reminded that work does need to get done. But here, God is working on my heart.)
Though we do not typically worship at this church anymore, these folks are like family to me. For the 3 months that I lived down here by myself, they were my main support, my Home Away from Home.
No matter where I worship, no matter how infrequently I see these friends, they will always have a special place in my heart. And for whoever is so valued, is 3 hours really a long time to fellowship? No. It’s not nearly long enough.
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