Y’all come eat

There’s an old story about a crazy-eyed prophet named Elijah and a widow and her son. When a deadly famine came upon the land, God told Elijah to find a widow who would give him water and food. Elijah arrives to learn that there’s only enough oil and flour for one more meal before they die. The widow feeds the prophet anyway, and because of her generosity, the oil and the flour miraculously never run out (1 Kings 17:15-16).

It’s a troubling story that could be used by religious leaders to take advantage of suffering widows or others in desperation. But at its core, it’s a story about hope and God and abundance.

Some days it feels like the oil and flour are nearly out. While the stock market is skyrocketing and unemployment is the lowest in decades, still, according to the North Texas Food Bank, one in four children in our region lives without reliable access to enough food.

Sometimes it seems there is more than enough; sometimes it seems it’s not even close. There’s not enough time, not enough money, not enough margin. We can’t give more to help those in need — what if we don’t have enough for ourselves? Consumerism teaches that we swim in scarcity, which is why we need to work longer hours or buy one more thing to make us happy.

Scarcity or abundance. Which is it?

I recently heard Reverend Traci Blackmon, a pastor near Ferguson, Missouri, pose an alternative. Stop asking is there too little or too much?  And instead ask, is there enough? Our shared reality suggests not abundance or scarcity, but sufficiency.

Sufficiency recognizes that together, there is enough; we are enough. We don’t always believe in abundance, and scarcity dominates our public discourse. But we can all agree that there’s enough — for full stomachs, for healing, for peace.

After Michael Brown was killed in Ferguson, protests grew heated. Tensions bubbled over as police presence increased and hundreds of people swarmed the streets.

Cathy “Mama Cat” Daniels pulled her van into Blackmon’s church parking lot one Sunday afternoon. She wasn’t a churchgoer. Without a word, Mama Cat took out two folding tables and spread tablecloths, then laid out utensils and paper products. Last of all she produced two steaming, industrial-sized pots of spaghetti.

Then she turned to the crowd and said, “Y’all come eat, and bring the others.”

All were welcome. Protestors, police, grieving friends, grandmothers and gang members, every hue and shade of humanity. Everyone had a place at Mama Cat’s table, and the food was enough — sufficient. Since 2014, Daniels has served a hot meal nearly every Sunday afternoon to anyone who is hungry.

We get to make the world we live in. Miracles of sufficiency happen in everyday ways. Don’t be afraid to open your pantry or closet or wallet to share what you have, because someone needs what you have more than you do.