All silverware is made to serve, but the different pieces serve
in different ways. Forks stab. “This is mine,” they say.
Bits of meat, carrots, pickles, salad and cheese. “This, this
and this are mine.” says the fork. “Everything for me, me, me.
And soon every last morsel on the plate has been pinned by the
spear of the selfish fork. Knives cut. “Too big,” says the knife.
Slice. Cut. Chop. Dice. Everything must change its shape to
satisfy the whim of the knife. Nothing is right as it is. Everything
needs paring down, carving or separating. Spoons serve: cereal,
soup, peas, --all the impossible foods can be handled comfortably
from the smooth bowl of the spoon. Spoons say, “Here, let me help
you. We can manage together.”
Come learn how we can be more like ‘A Spoon’
Buckets of Love, Friendship & Joy
This is ‘stirring up’ to be a spiritual & fun-filled evening.
We will learn about serving on a world, community
*** Also, bring your donated items ***
