[et_pb_section fullwidth="off" specialty="off" background_image="http://www.wellspringcolorado.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/goldbackground.jpg" transparent_background="off" allow_player_pause="off" inner_shadow="off" parallax="off" parallax_method="off" padding_mobile="off" make_fullwidth="off" use_custom_width="off" width_unit="on" make_equal="off" use_custom_gutter="off"][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_cta admin_label="Call To Action" title="A Culture of Potlucks" button_url="http://www.wellspringcolorado.com/connect" url_new_window="off" button_text="Back" use_background_color="off" background_color="#2EA3F2" background_layout="dark" text_orientation="left" body_line_height="2em" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid" custom_button="off" button_letter_spacing="0" button_use_icon="default" button_icon_placement="right" button_on_hover="on" button_letter_spacing_hover="0" header_font_size="42" /][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section transparent_background="off" background_color="#f4f4f4" allow_player_pause="off" inner_shadow="off" parallax="off" parallax_method="off" padding_mobile="off" make_fullwidth="off" use_custom_width="off" width_unit="on" make_equal="off" use_custom_gutter="off"][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type="4_4"][et_pb_image admin_label="Image" src="http://www.wellspringcolorado.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/Potluck-Picture.jpg" show_in_lightbox="off" url_new_window="off" animation="left" sticky="off" align="left" force_fullwidth="off" always_center_on_mobile="on" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid" /][et_pb_text admin_label="Text" background_layout="light" text_orientation="left" text_line_height="2em" use_border_color="off" border_color="#ffffff" border_style="solid"] By Katie Gayle
I grew up in a home that always had people around. Family friends, exchange students, family members, friends from school, would gather at my parent's house for a meal and s'mores around the fire pit. I was formed around the table and remember fondly the openness of my home and my parent’s ease of hospitality. It was never a perfectly put together meal or a color coordinated design of the table, but just an easy and warm place for people to gather.
My mom really knows the meaning of a “smorgasbord.” She would put anything she could find on the table with no rhyme or reason. Even now, Jeff and I will show up for dinner at the last minute and my mom will have found a rack of ribs, meatballs cooking in the slow cooker, vegetables from the garden, whatever fruit is in the house, salads, jellos, beans, you name it. And we always feast like kings and are happy.
After college, Jeff and I lived in an intentional community house in Denver with 8 other people. It was messy, chaotic, loud, full of conflict, but also full of laughter and love. We always had enough food on the table for anyone that came to our home and were frequently feeding 20-30 people a night. Again, I was formed at the table. We want our home now to always be a place where people feel welcomed, where we can share a meal together, and where we are flexible and interruptible when someone needs to just show up for dinner!
Although I was formed around the table, I didn’t grow up in the church and never understood the potluck culture! I wasn’t used to the idea of people gathering together and that you could rely on each other to share the responsibilities of the meal. It always made sense to me to be the one providing hospitality, not necessarily receiving it or even sharing hospitality together. For years, the staff of Wellspring has tried to implement potlucks and I have been the one to say no! What if no one brings anything, what if it’s not a balanced meal, what if it doesn’t work! And I’m learning as we continue to share a potluck meal together just how beautiful this tradition is. It is a true expression of hospitality. It is not perfect, but it is open, it is welcoming, and it is shared. We get to give and receive the blessing of hospitality.
So join us for a potluck soon. Whether it’s at the Wednesday evening Learning Community, a Connecting Dinner at my house, or a future all church gathering. I can’t tell you what you will eat, but I can tell you that you will be blessed as we share a meal at the table and continue to press into community.