Pray to End Hunger

That's what the sidewalk-chalked entrance to the prayer labyrinth said.

"Pray to end hunger."

We went to the ballpark for church on Sunday in what may be a new tradition for our congregation.  Our Christian Education coordinator used to work for our local minor-league team and has a great affection for baseball, so using her connections last year, our pastor got to be the "starting preacher" for the day.  We returned this year, with a few more folks from a few more congregations, and another chance to support our local food bank. 

On the lines that traced the labyrinth, we placed rows of canned goods and boxes of pasta.

We're headed out of town soon for a trek west, so on Saturday we shopped lightly for the few days we're here.  Jonathan wondered when I started piling the boxes of on-sale noodles in the cart--since noodles aren't much on the menu these days, anyway--and then he recalled the food drive as part of Sunday worship, too.  I also had a chance to get to the back of the pantry, which I try to do every couple of months, to pull out the things that have been languishing (again, a bit more than usual since I've adjusted to the new restrictions) and add them to the offerings.

So as the photographer from the local paper tried to snap pictures of her in her pink hat and new glasses, Jo got to line up pineapple and salad dressing and pizza sauce in the "maze" that people were walking through, reflecting on the plenty that so many of us have right in our own kitchens, praying and learning how to share, so that all may be fed.