Galatians 3:28 “There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus” (Galatians 3:28, NIV).
Friend To Friend
I recall as a young child, rocking on my grandma’s front porch and listening to the ladies from the mission’s society gossip about the “heathens” whose church was across the street from theirs. It always puzzled me because the “heathens” seemed like such nice people and their church looked just like Grandma’s. As far as I could tell there was no difference. Both believed in Jesus, wore funny hats on Sundays, and sang the same hymns. And both had great pot-luck dinners.
How did the church come up with the notion of the infamous pot-luck supper? As best I can tell, it all began in Matthew chapter 15. The first covered-dish gathering was a great success as Jesus served more than 4,000 men, not to mention a few thousand women and children, and had leftovers to boot. All this came from one little covered dish. Actually, it was a covered basket. This was, after all, before the advent of Corning Ware.
Later the Baptists followed His lead and the next thing you know, all denominations were celebrating a multiplicity of occasions with every variety of casserole known to man. But the twentieth-century church isn’t being caught simply serving up fish and chips. We have taken the notion of “breaking bread” and run with it. Not only do we break bread, but we crunch fried chicken, munch fresh veggies, scoop casseroles, slice pies, cut cakes, and sip coffees. We chew the fat while chewing our food and extend the right hand of fellowship while our left hand extends the serving spoon. I’d say that covered-dish dinners are one of the most cherished rituals in the church today!
Our Sunday school class’s annual Christmas party at the McMillians’s home entailed such an event. The class consisted of 150 people in a church of 1,600. It’s a little difficult to be intimate with 150 congregates on Sunday morning, so the Christmas party was a great time to chat with people you didn’t normally have a chance to otherwise. Because people tend to sit in the same seats each week, I never actually got a good look at half of the class.
Marshal and Denise’s home was beautifully decorated with holly, spruce and magnolia clippings. It was filled with the sights, sounds, and smells of the season as well as the incoming aroma of the many delicious prepared meals. In an effort to provide crowd control and proper traffic flow, our host, Marshall had posted directional signs around the house. One sign read “COATS,” with an arrow pointing up the stairs to their daughter’s room. Another read “HOT FOOD,” with an arrow pointing toward the kitchen.
Marshall was doing a great job at his post as official greeter and traffic police.
“Hello, how are you?” he greeted two ladies and one man as they made their way up the front steps with dishes in hand. “You can take your food into the kitchen and then follow the arrows up the stairs to the coat room.”
The obedient threesome followed directions well and then headed to the name tag table. But a warning light was flashing in my mind.
“Marshall,” I said, “Who are those people? I don’t recognize them.”
“I don’t recognize them, either,” he answered. “But you know our class is so big. Maybe they sit on the opposite side of the room than we do, and we just haven’t noticed them before.”
They looked like they could have been one of us. They seemed to know the drill. But something was wrong with this picture.
“Marshall, go find out who they are,” I urged.
He approached the trio, who were now looking a little bewildered themselves. “Excuse me. You are here for the Sunday school Christmas party, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” they answered. However, their “yes” sounded more like a question than an answer. Then they asked, “This is the Sunday school class for First Baptist Church isn’t it?”
“No, ma’am,” Marshall answered. “This is the party for a different church. You folks are at the wrong party.”
The three embarrassed Baptists quickly reclaimed their food, once again followed the arrows to the coat room, and high-tailed it out of the McMillians’ house to another Sunday school covered-dish gathering a few doors down.
Won’t heaven be an interesting place? One big perpetual celebration of new birth. No covered dish required because He will sit us down at His banquet table which He has prepared for us. One great thing about this party will be that when the Methodists stumble into a room full of Presbyterians, no one will feel out of place. The Episcopalians will be chewing the fat with the Primitive Baptists, the Assemblies of God will be singing with the Lutherans, and the Church of God folks will be dancing with the Congregationalists.
And when each new saint arrives, we’ll hear, “Welcome! Come on in. Take your coat off and stay a while – an eternity, for that matter. You’re definitely in the right place.”
Dear Lord, Forgive us for how we have separated ourselves as believers. Help us to see each brother and sister in Christ as dearly loved children of God.
In Jesus’ Name,
Now It’s Your Turn
Here at Girlfriends in God, we strive to cross generational, racial, and denominational barriers to bring together the Body of Christ. (If you’d like to learn more about our purpose, visit our website at www.girlfriendsingod.com). With that in mind, let’s ponder a few questions.
Do you have prejudice against certain denominations?
If you do, how do you think Jesus feels about that?
What do you think Paul meant by this statement: “For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified?” (1 Corinthians 2:2, NIV).
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