I visited a relatively new church congregation up in Asheville this past Sunday. I had never attended their Sunday service previously. I had some serious plumbing problems at my house the week before. One of the plumbers and I got talking and he invited me to attend. Before I could even think about it, I found my mouth saying, “Sure, would love to…”
So as I was driving there, I was praying and hoping the Lord would enable me to bless someone and that if the opportunity arose, that I would bless them where they needed it and that I would not “give them a dump truck full” when all they needed at this time was a teaspoonful.
As it turned out, as far as I can tell, the only way I was able to bless them was to put some money in the offering box near the exit—they did not pass a collection basket—a good sign in my mind.
But instead of me blessing them, God blessed me—both by the praise and worship, and by the minister’s sermon. But here was the kicker. As the preacher was dismissing the service he announced that for any visitors in the congregation they had a free lunch for us.
I do not know if they have a free lunch every Sunday. Nor did I know if it were actually a potluck; but in any case, I declined.
It was not that I had any suspicion that I might get e-coli or some other nasty bug. That thought never crossed my mind. I expect the church luncheon would have been both safe and tasty.
They were very friendly folks and I do believe God is working with and through them to have a big impact on their community there in Asheville.
Then this showed up in my email. This here is downright funny! 😁 Hilarious; you’ll love it!
Southern Church Potluck Rules Nobody Talks About (You Better Know These)
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