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A fried plantain based dish from Puerto Rico.  That’s what mofongo is.  I know you were wondering.  It’s what I had at a Puerto Rican restaurant in Orlando last night.  This place was authentic, baby.  The waitress had to bring out the chef to explain the menu in broken English…we still didn’t really get it.  The food was new and good, but the conversation was fantastic.

These people get together twice a year.  They gather to help give direction to the denomination in regards to discipleship and education.  They’re pastors or teachers or lay people and they live in California, New York, Iowa, Michigan and have a few things in common, but primarily this: they love helping people walk in the way of Christ, and the process by which that happens.

I’m sitting in the middle of the meeting as I write this (we’re talking about a particular thing I’m not a part of and have no good input for, so…I don’t feel really bad about writing at the moment – Hi Lois, our chairperson who will read this later).  We’re in Orlando at Mike Ditka’s Runaway Beach Club – which is a steal of a deal, by the way.  Back to dinner…

We always start out our meeting with an evening meal, sharing what has happened in our lives over the period of time since we last met.  There’s always someone who has had a great triumph and someone who has just been through a wringer.  This year one family was celebrating new life and new jobs while another was struggling through addiction and brokenness.  We celebrated and mourned together.  We ate and drank, laughed at our lack of Puerto Rican understanding, and closed the place down.  The night was good in deep and wide ways.

There is something our churches could gather from a night of mofongo: an honesty and willingness to share the highs and lows, giving people the chance to be the body of Christ – shouldering one another’s burdens.  I find it on Sundays, and in my new men’s group that just started, and, without fail, with the Discipleship Commision.  I’m feeling discipled.  Ok…their done talking about the thing that doesn’t have anything to do with me.  Back to the work.  Blessings and Mofongo.

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  1. Dave
    February 9, 2011 at 11:31 am

    I agree, Jim.

    We’re pretty good about bringing casseroles when somebody dies, and celebrating acute baby getting baptized.

    But there are some folks in our churches who seem to enjoy kicking others when they’re down rather than lending a hand to help them get up – or even just lying down with them.

  2. Dana
    February 9, 2011 at 12:47 pm

    So, looks like Mofongo is on the menu for Sunday dinner. You did get the recipe, right?

  3. Dana
    February 9, 2011 at 12:48 pm

    I can tell you right now, Alex won’t eat it!

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