Google Maps sent me to the wrong place on Saturday. There was an accident on the road. Frazzled, I texted to let them know I’d be late.
When I walked into the kitchen, Ivan was there with
groceries from Whole Foods and Lunch at the Shop open on the table to a
recipe for “A Sandwich with Fresh Apple, Fromager d’Affinois, Arugula and
Almond Butter.”
He’d found this cookbook that elevates the lunch hour to
sacred time—a chance to pause, gather, and connect. He’d bought the ingredients
and was making us gourmet sandwiches.
We sat at the table, sang “Ubi Caritas” as a blessing, and
savored the meal. Who knew almond butter would pair so well with cheese?
On any other day, I would just be shoveling down a PB &
J.
His world is moving a mile a minute these days, and yet he’d
driven all the way to our house to make us lunch. When was the last time
someone made me a sandwich, much less a fancy one?
The words we sang came back to me: “Where charity and love abide, God is dwelling there.” And there we were: God dwelling among us on an ordinary afternoon, around a table, with slow food and an unexpectedly delicious sandwich.
