As an older adult, I was quite careful about going to restaurants for quite a while, concerned about getting ill. I got vaccinated for covid back in February, but I and my friends had gotten out of the habit of meeting for coffee or a meal. It’s taken most of a year to re-establish old patterns. Still, some friends are not yet comfortable meeting in a place where, in order to eat, everyone takes off masks eventually.
Fathom magazine had “Friendship” as a theme for their November issue, so I submitted a poem I had written almost two years ago, shortly before covid hit the US, about meeting for breakfast with a friend. That friend still doesn’t want to meet in restaurants. We talk occasionally at church, but there just isn’t the connection that we had once had. So I’m hoping that we’ll eventually be able to share a meal together and also thinking fondly of when we used to meet.
Here’s a link to the poem on the Fathom site: https://www.fathommag.com/stories/breakfast.
There is something about breaking bread together and catching up with each other about our lives that creates a Christ connection!
There is! You and I used to meet for meals sometimes; maybe we can go back to that. Video meetings are convenient but not as nourishing.
Your words bring back warm memories of meeting friends for breakfast, a practice – as you say – in much disrepair these days. Grace and peace to you…
Thanks, dw. Time will tell whether that way of being together will return.