The Lesson in Kalamata Chicken

November 5, 2013 at 8:22 pm (Ruminations.)

I realized today something valuable.

Last night I got a text from a friend, asking if I was coming inland today. I was told ‘Lemme know the time – I’ll meet you in route with the kalamata chicken lunch.

She had meant to bring it to me last night, but had forgotten it. A quick stop off the 78 and there it was.

I tore into it at the office, and I tell you: I could taste the love in it. I could feel the love and nourishment in the food.

I have always believed food is better when shared, but this takes it to a whole different level.

When we sacrifice for another, our heart is evident in the sacrifice. This goes for healing. This goes for cooking. This goes for every time we go out of our way to connect to the person beside us, next to us.

A sacrificial heart is palpable in the sacrifice.


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