What is more fun than a pot luck dinner. It does create the question what's for dinner; everything looks so good that I must try a little of everything. After a taste of Italian beef, homemade chicken and noodles, pasta salad, etc., etc. my stomach asks what did we have for dinner. Being totally sated I waddled to the dessert table just to look - well only a taste. A taste of pecan pie, brownie, something pink and butterscotch cake- groan. The Senior group from our church hosted this event. We call ourselves "Second Wind". I needed a second wind just to walk out to the car. What a fine time everyone had. The speakers for the evening were young, enthusiastic and convincing as they described their life as missionaries to Nepal.
I came home stuffed with food but also humbled because of my attitude toward the blessed American way. Oh, how spoiled I am, a
creature of comfort and abundance. Much to ponder.
i have great memories of the pot luck dinners at the little mennonite church. those ladies could cook! you could smell the food warming in basement during the last few minutes of church and it was so hard to listen to the sermon. wonderful memories. also the "pot blessings" at logos followed by a softball game!
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