
A friend and I recently had a conversation about the following comment: “I don’t ever get fed at church.” It happens to be a comment I’ve heard often during my 11 years in the ministry. But during the course of our dialogue, the metaphor of the cafeteria was discovered.
When you head to the cafeteria at your local university or national food chain, you aren’t expecting to be stunned by the unbelievable quality of food. Exquisite texture, abundant flavor, and beautiful presentation aren’t high on your list of ‘must haves’ at the run-of-the-mill smorgasbord. No, you hope the fried fish is actually fish, the pork tenderloin is actually tender, and the macaroni isn’t from yesterday. You just might find one or two things from the whole palatte that suit you enough for a round-trip. And after expanding your pants from gorging in the variety of options, you’ll say something like, “Wow, the breaded catfish was actually edible!” One thing, many options, hunger held at bay.
If you actually wanted a real meal– I mean real quality– you’d probably home-cook it (or head to Dewz, holiday shopping hint if you’re still hunting for Michelle and I {ha ha!}). You’d buy fine ingredients, heat the grill, marinate fully, cook with care, and prepare the perfect side dishes. The drinks would be poured in nice glasses and paper plates would no longer make the cut. Everything would be just perfect and your taste buds would be ripe with anticipation. Afterward, aah… afterward. Now, that’s when this truth would hit you, “Tonight, we have feasted!”
I was amazed at how these thoughts paralleled the church so vividly. It’s funny to me that people head to a congregational buffet hosting 50, 500, or 5000 people in the hunt for a feast. We soak up the variety, we ask the pastor to slice us up some meat {who thankfully doesn’t where a fake chef hat}, and if it doesn’t meet our standards we complain that the cafeteria failed. The truth is, it didn’t. Maybe we just aren’t in tune enough to hear the one thing God would have for us in the midst of the buffet. And to get real picky– as western believers I wonder if we just might be gorged so greatly with knowledge that rich servings of faith are lost in our indulgence.
No, the cafeteria community church is not our feeding hour alone. We have to learn to prepare the meat and feed ourselves. The savory morsels of scripture are so often enjoyed in the secret place; the divine hours with God. (Amen? Pause and re-read this until you can say “Amen, I agree.”) **
And yet… remember to enjoy the buffet. It’s good. There is much to taste and see there.
However, don’t neglect preparing the banquet table for you and the Lord alone. It’s the preparation, the baking, the conversations over eating, the dessert with coffee, and the fond farewells that will make a meal a true feast.
… and suddenly I’m hungry for the Word… eat the book.
** This footnote is reference to this article
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