"God of true abundance, in whom nothing is lost and all are fed: liberate us from meager rations of scarce and grudging love for which we must compete; show us another kingdom which stills our all-consuming fear and fills us with new hope; through Jesus Christ, the peace of creation. Amen"

The wind of the Spirit is speaking to my soul gently, constantly, about the fact that food, feasting, the banquet table is for all, not just those who can afford to eat well, but for all to eat well and for love and laughter to be a generous seasoning at the table.  I am listening, waiting, open, to understanding what action these words, this One asks of me. 

A beautiful liturgy that keeps whispering to me is:
"May we who have fed at Wisdom's table take her welcome out to where tables are reserved and doors are closed; may the Spirit drive us to bread our bread on the altar of the world."