Potluck

You all know that feeling, and some enjoy it more than others (you and I both know who you are). The lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, salsa, and other goodness awaiting consumption above a sound foundation of chips and beans. Yep, haystacks aren't just in America. Today, the missionaries (doctors, engineers, moms, therapists, students, and children from all over the world) congregated for the traditional Adventist meal. Finally, some familiarity! While some may argue that a potluck requires each to bring some dish for the meal, each house brought some portion of the meal, whether avocado or cilantro or rice. After all was said and done, over 15 people had partaken. First question: When do you eat haystacks? The answer is whenever your heart has the least bit of tradition flowing through its atria. Next question: What event warrants such delicacies (including real cheese!)? For many, both today and in most cases, the event is nothing particularly noteworthy. Perhaps a simple meal with the family or a catch up with old cronies. In my case, this was the first time I met many of the missionaries. Some just returned from furlough while others weren't around yesterday. Thus, for me, this was actually an introductory experience. Is this the real intent of potluck? (Input is welcome)