25 From you comes my praise in the great congregation;
    my vows I will pay before those who fear him.
26 The poor shall eat and be satisfied;
    those who seek him shall praise the Lord.
    May your hearts live forever!

When I was a little girl, I would be so excited for the weekends but not for the usual reasons why. Yes, I liked being out of school and seeing where the weekend would go. Yes, I liked sleeping in although I have never been much for sleeping in. In fact, my family kept telling me I was way to perky at that early in the morning.

The reason I looovved Saturday mornings was that my Dad usually cooked breakfast and we got to eat together.  And on top of that he usually cooked pancakes or waffles…I love both of these things.  We would wake up to the smell of pancakes and I would be so happy. What a great way to start off a day! If my brothers and I were hesitant, my Dad was quick to put on music loudly in the house to get us moving. I loved when it was something like Loggins and Messina or the Beatles…I didn’t like as much when it was Phantom of the Opera and the house shook us awake.

Saturday morning breakfast was one of my favorite parts of the week. It still is. A group of friends and I meet each week that we are in town to have breakfast together. I hardly eat pancakes now although I am tempted most of the time. 🙂  These Saturday mornings have become essential to this group of people. We check in. We laugh.  We eat together around a table.  We only miss because we are out of town or sometimes I miss because I am at the church for a different Saturday morning breakfast.

At the church, we have Saturday Morning Breakfast as well.  Anyone can come and eat an amazing breakfast. It is served at tables where a menu waits.  There is a whole volunteer kitchen crew and a whole volunteer front of house crew. It takes about 25 volunteers each week to be present in that space because we are feeding an average of 300 meals a week. Most who attend breakfast really have limited food sources and this is a good one. Some include our everyday congregation. Some attend each week and feel as though this is their church space.  Some come and go depending on the week of the month or the circumstance.

But everyone gets fed. I was in a meeting last night with the leadership team of Saturday morning breakfast.  A sheet of paper was presented to us with the total numbers of meals fed in 2014.  The total number was 15, 300.  Over 15,000 meals!  How incredible is that?  A community got together and fed others over 15,000 times to make sure that all had food on Saturday morning and pancakes do play a prominent piece. When Saturday Morning Breakfast happens and it is moving along and I am serving, I can’t help but think that a little piece of heaven has met us over coffee and eggs and whatever else we can glean from the community.

The Psalmist talks about all the poor shall be fed and satisfied and those who seek God will praise.  I have seen it. It includes pancakes.
Peace.