In the south, we love having potlucks, better yet church potlucks full of fellowship and casserole buffets. My favorite potluck growing up was "dime a dip." It was held the Sunday before Thanksgiving. You put a "dime" in the basket for every "dip" of food you took and the money was donated to the local food banks. It was complete with turkey, gravy, stuffing, and all the fixings.
Today when Paul and I arrived at the parsonage for Sunday School the pastor's wife was cooking gravy. Soon, we found out that the church was hosting its Thanksgiving potluck after the service. I was so excited! Paul quickly rearranged his afternoon plans and we stayed. What a sweet time of fellowship with our new friends. The food was phenomenal, especially the green beans cooked in bacon and seasoned just the way my grandma made them. The fellowship hall was beautifully decorated with table clothes, wreaths, and candles.
Our pastor spoke on Jonah and Jonah's refusal to give thanks when God's plans didn't go his way. As Christians, we are to give thanks for the good and for trials, because ultimately both refine us, giving us the opportunity to reflect Christ all the more.
The leaves are now changing in California. God is coloring this landscape with beautiful yellow, orange, and reds, just the way he colors the canvas of our lives through each season.
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