We haven't talked lately about the new church start-up over at Mercy Street.
I remembered this about 5:45 this morning when I woke up in a cold sweat.
Ok, I'm gonna keep it totally real for you...I wasn't panicked that I hadn't talked with you about it, I was panicked because it's my night to cook and I have absolutely no idea what to serve. No. Idea. At. All.
We have had a pretty consistent group of people coming since we began meeting several months ago. Several families from the community come with grandmothers and children in tow. We eat, fellowship, pray, sing, and hear the Word preached by the most handsome preacher I've ever seen.
Sometimes, I have to just close my eyes so I'm not distracted by the preacher's beautifulness. Thankfully, in church, it just makes me look like I'm really pious and deep in thought-contemplating the gravity of what he's saying. Or I'm asleep. Shoot. I didn't think about that one. Now people probably think I've been sleeping through all of Trey's sermons. Great.
As is consistent with the community, we have very few men coming on Wednesday nights. It's something we're praying fervently about and hopeful the Lord will draw them near. The couple of dads that are regular attenders have more impact on their kids and the other kids around them than they can imagine.
Several friends and their friends and community groups have helped provide the meals which has been a huge burden lifted. We've had fabulous dinners and I've been threatened within an inch of my life on several occasions to not show my face again without recipes.
Which brings us back to the issue at hand; I'm bringing dinner tonight and have no idea what I'm serving. Last time it was my turn to cook, we ordered pizza so I've kept expectations low. Real low. If anyone, that would be you, has any suggestions for me - say recipes for about 50 that don't involve a slow-cooker, smoker, or 48 hours of marinating in the refigerator 'cause time is kinda of the essence, I would sure appreciate it.
Like right now.