Coffee and coffee cake with the sewing group is a time I look forward to every month. On the first Monday of each month, the sewing group gets together to make quilts. These quilts end up in the cities and get distributed to people who need them (sometimes these quilts head over seas). It’s a sacred time…one that never gets messed with (unless of course there is an emergency. Even then…it has to be a life or death situation). At 9am Lucille emerges from the Fellowship Hall and calls out from the bottom of the stairs “IT’S READY!” At this my secretary and I make our way downstairs (Lucille’s coffee cake is not to be missed (unless, like I said, there is a life or death emergency). Each month, Lucille says that she tried something new with the recipe (who knew there were so many ways to make coffee cake). And each month her coffee cake is absolutely delicious. Even though I want to have more, I know I need to behave myself. If there is enough left, Lucille will sometimes send a couple pieces home for Connie and I (which rarely makes it back to Connie…sorry honey).
While we have our hot cup of coffee and warm piece of coffee cake, we discuss the “important” matters of the day. “How is so and so doing?” “Did you hear about that <news from the radio> this morning?” Sometimes they look to me for some “inside information” (which I rarely give unless the other party has given me express permission to divulge the information). It’s a sacred and intimate time even though to the untrained ear it looks and sounds like a gossip time, but it is so much more than that. Some months it is just casual conversation. But other times I hear questions that I normally don’t get to hear from people. These question are sometimes hard, but always honest questions about what is going on in the church. I guess they figure they have the pastor’s ear for a moment…and I am always happy to listen.
That is the morning gathering time. At noon they have a little potluck where the husbands show up to eat and, of course, I am there. It is during this time I learn the most about people. It is where I learn who is related to whom (I am always amazed at what I learn here). It’s where I learn about the church’s history. I hear stories of the good ole days. And, of course, there is the typical BS that is often heard when guys get together. This is a sacred and intimate time.
Now…as I sit here typing this, I find myself getting more and more anxious about lunch; when the guys will show up; great food will be served; and stronger connections are made over coffee and hot dish. We won’t solve the world’s problems today. We won’t get into deep political discussions. But one thing is for sure…this sacred and intimate time won’t be wasted.
Got to love sewing day :)