One Grain of Rice

John has been away at General Assembly in Richmond so I've been cooking for myself. I'd rather cook for a crowd. Anyway, last night I heated some chicken from the night before and cooked a batch of rice. I made plenty and have enjoyed it today as well.
As I was pouring the rice into a bowl I noticed that some had stuck to the bottom of the pan. So I got as much of it out as I could.
And then was transported in my memory to a meal seven years ago in Verenasi India (Benares) and dinner with Aunt Dorcas and Uncle John. There was not a grain of rice or any food left on their plates. Mine still had a little I had taken but not eaten. Aunt Dorcas took the serving bowl and very carefully transfered the 'extra' food to another container to be taken to the hungry. Not a single grain, not one, did she waste. And neither did she scrape it out of the serving bowl like it was 'left-over'...It was precious food.
I still see that image of her loving beautiful hand tending to the poor.
I am convicted.
Like the other day in Austin Texas when I was going to perform a wedding and had just bought a pair of shoes and was in my car and watched a man opening a thrown away McDonald's bag with scraps in it and eat them and put the bag back in the trash. Those shoes will always be linked with that hungry man. How can I make my 'walk' in them be for justice? That is to be seen -but I'm going to try!

Happy 4th of July we do live in bounty...now what?

I'll be back online in a couple of days.

God abides
Bobbie McGarey
@2004