Behold - a farm fresh egg, gently fried, served over cheese grits, with a big dot of chipotle Cholula.
Whenever I can, this is what I make for breakfast. Isn't it lovely?
Of course, lovely doesn't get us fed.
The dish becomes delicious when I break the yolk and stir everything together.
At that point it is far less aesthetically pleasing. Indeed, it is MESSY.
Delicious is often messy.
This is true not only of food, but of community. Especially religious community.
If we all showed up pretty and sat carefully and kept to ourselves, we might make a glossy postcard.
But we would miss out on shared talents and sorrows, wisdom and gut-expanding laughter.
Take a chance. Get messy. Be transformed and be delicious.