The Last Potluck Supper, Part 3, a story

The Last Potluck Supper

Part 3

a story

(Find Part 1 HERE)

(Find Part 2 HERE)

Evelyn rubbed her thumb against her fingers throughout the symposium, remembering where Aiden’s hand had been entwined with hers. She chided herself the entire time.

It didn’t help that tonight’s symposium discussion was on the patience of love.

Patience. She could fake it well enough, but in her heart of hearts, Evelyn was ANYTHING but patient. How many years did she have to wait already? Hadn’t she been patient enough?

Yet again, she had no comments to add to the discussion.

At least she was over Bobby Washington. Sheesh! That took a long time. And one bite of Aiden’s chicken and black bean pasta dish.

As soon as the symposium portion of the evening finished, Jimmy Kradin bounced to her side. Ugh. There were a few people more annoying, but not many.

“Hey, I lived through the sushi last week. Good stuff. I shouldn’t have given you such a hard time about it. What was that green stuff by the way?”

She gave him a coy smile. “Why? Did it make you cry?”

Jimmy looked away. “No. Not even a little. I can handle the spice!”

Not for one second would she spare him a stiff roll of the eyes. Why didn’t someone just marry him so he’d be out of the singles’ group once and for all. Hm…maybe someone like…Madison Filmore who kept talking to Aiden. Or Gladys, who seemed to love Jimmy’s cooking.

“I loved your sauces tonight even more.”  Was he still talking to her?

Gladys appeared from nowhere. “Ooh, that one with the chili flecks, what kind was that? I loved it, Ev!”

Praise indeed! But she couldn’t help her smile. “It was a mango chili dip.”

“It was righteous, girl. Keep it coming.”

“I agree,” Aiden said, appearing from out of nowhere. Where did come from? And how would she keep him in the conversation? “That mango chili dip was dope stuff.”

Madison also jumped into the conversation. “And what was that coconut-y dip? It reminded me of the Caribbean! Absolutely divine, Evelyn. Absolutely divine.”

Aiden grinned. “You keep making sauces like those and it won’t be long before you’re not in the singles’ meetings, but walking down the aisle.”

Evelyn’s face flushed hot. “I…I made them all from scratch.”

Madison clenched onto Evelyn’s arm. “You have got to let me come over so I can learn some of your cooking secrets.”

Somehow, in the midst of all this praise, all the praise she’d been yearning for, Evelyn realized it wasn’t about the food. It wasn’t about the praise, either. All this time, she had been yearning for the One who gave her everything and blessed her so mightily with these friendships. God is love, and love was all she needed. God had been so patient when she had been so bitter.

It was the first time in weeks that instead of crying herself to sleep after a Potluck Symposium, she skimmed through the pages of her bible to 1 Corinthians 13.

Love is patient.
Love is kind…

Evelyn’s Protest sauces and dips

Mango Chili Sauce:

Ingredients:

  • 2 c. mango slices (3 mangoes)
  • 1/2 c. sugar
  • 3 c. rice vinegar or distilled vinegar
  • 2 tsp dried red pepper, or 1 tsp chili powder

Method:

  1. Heat the vinegar in a sauce pan.
  2. Add the sugar and stir until it’s dissolved.
  3. Add the mango slices and cook until tender.
  4. Remove from heat and puree.
  5. Stir in dried red pepper and allow to sit for at least 1 hour until flavors meld.

Divine Caribbean sauce/marinade/dip:

Ingredients:

  • 1/2 c. vinegar
  • 2 tbsp. sugar
  • 2 pieces candied ginger, sliced
  • 2 bananas, sliced
  • juice from 1 lime
  • 1/2 c. pineapple slices
  • 1 can (14oz) coconut milk

Method:

  1. Heat the vinegar in a sauce pan, and stir in the sugar until it dissolves.
  2. Add the sliced candied ginger, banana, pineapple slices and lime juice.
  3. Puree mixture.
  4. Return to heat and add coconut milk.
  5. Cook until the mixture bubbles.
  6. Cool completely before using (unless you plan to use it as a glaze over roast chicken, then apply 5 minutes before the end of the chicken’s cooking time).

Why Not Now, short story by Jennifer Slattery

Today I have Jennifer Slattery as a guest blogger. I’ve read a few of her short stories, and am quite impressed with this versatile writer. At the bottom of the post you’ll see a link to her site, which I thoroughly recommend visiting.

The story Ms. Slattery is sharing, Why Not Now, touched me so deeply the first time I read it. With each reread, I’m more convicted. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did:

Why Not Now

Yavonne sits on her bed with her back pressed against the headboard and a pillow clutched to her chest. Her parents’ brutal words slice through her paper thin walls, filling their house with hatred. She grabs her Ipod sitting on her bedside table and slams the earplugs into her ears, cranking the volume until her brain vibrates. Tears lodge in her throat, but she swallows them down.

A razor blade tucked inside her nightstand drawer beckons her. The scars forever etched in her arm pale compared to the deep wounds encasing her heart. One of these days, she’ll cut deep enough to end it all.

Would anyone care? Would anyone even notice? The words spoken by a neighbor a few months back flood her mind, playing tug-of-war with her heart.

“God loves you. He’ll never leave you nor forsake you. He sees you.”

She snorts and yanks up her sleeve, exposing ugly pink scars. Yeah, he sees her all right. All of her. Why would he care about her or her family?

“God loves you. He’ll never leave you nor forsake you. He sees you.”

What a laugh. If that’s true, then where is he now?

Yavonne holds her breath, her heart quickening, as she waits for a response.

The steel guitar grates against her ear drum.

Yeah, that’s what she thought. What does it matter, anyway? You live and die, then turn to worm food.

So why not speed the process along a bit? Shorten the dash on the headboard?

***

Rachel sifts through her container of beads, laying the yellows and orange on the table. Soft praise music drifts from the kitchen, muting her parents’ chattering voices. She smiles and resumes her beading.

The words of this morning’s sermon fill her head.

“You’ve been given a precious gift. Now you need to share it. God wants to loves the world—through you. Right now, as you sit her surrounded by His love, someone is hurting. Right now someone is calling out to God, asking Him if He truly cares. The question is, will you allow Him to love His broken children through you, or will you turn and walk away.”

An image of Yavonne, her neighbor, lingers in her mind—the dark, almost hollow eyes, centered on the ground. Her shoulders, hunched forward. Her face hardened by anger and bitterness.

Rachel shakes her head. Yavonne isn’t interested in Jesus. Yavonne isn’t interested in anything.

“Will you share His love with a hurting world?”

She rests her hand on the table as the question posed by her pastor nibbles at her heart.

But of course she will. She does all the time. Last week she’d spent ten hours helping with Vacation Bible School. That’s sharing God’s love, right? And next Wednesday she plans to join the youth at the local women’s shelter.

And yet, despite her rationale, peace evades her as the questions continued to rise.

“What about now? Will you be there for my child now?”

Her mother walks into the kitchen clutching a basket of laundry. “What’s wrong, sweetie? You like you’re about to swallow a lemon.”

If only it were that easy.

Rachel rubs a bead between her index finger and thumb. “I’m not sure why, but I feel like God wants me to go talk to Yavonne.”

“Then you should go.”

“I don’t know…. Maybe I should pray about it.”

“Or maybe you should obey.”

Rachel sighs and pushes up from the table, her stomach flip-flopping.

Her mother smiles. “I’ll be praying for you.”

***

Yavonne’s hand trembles as she holds the thin razor blade against her clammy skin. Her veins form a faint blue webbing through her wrist.

Just do it, you coward. One slice and it’ll be all over. One cut—long, deep and quick. She closes her eyes and grits her teeth—

A loud knock shakes her door. “Yavonne!”

Yavonne’s breath catches in her throat. She shoves the razor under her pillow, her gaze locked on the jiggling door knob in front of her.

“Yavonne! How many times do I have to tell you not to lock your door?”

As if her father really cares.

“Someone’s here to see you.”

She wipes her sweaty palms on her pant legs, smoothes her hair from her face, and stands on numb legs.

“Coming.”

The stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes assaults her when she swings the door open. Her father stands in the hall wearing faded jean shorts and a sweat-stained tank-top. Her mother lounges on a couch a few feet away watching television and gulping beer.

“That girl from next door’s here.” He swipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Said something about beads.”

Yavonne angles her head, staring into the living room where Rachel stands with a stiff smile on her face. Her smile twitches as Yavonne approaches.

“Hey.”

“Hey….I…uh….” Rachel chews on her bottom lip, scanning the cluttered living room.

Heat rushes up Yavonne’s neck, settling into her cheeks as she follows Rachel’s gaze. Empty beer bottles clutter the coffee table and dark stains splatter the carpet. An overflowing bag of trash lays on the linoleum floor, flies buzzing around it.

“So…. Do you like to make jewelry?”

Yavonne snorts. “Do I what?”

The girl wrings her intertwined hands, staring from the floor to Yavonne’s face then back to the floor again. “I wondered if….” She swallows. “I mean, uh…you wanna come over for a minute?”

Yavonne studies Rachel for a moment, searching for the hidden joke. When none surfaces, she nodded. “I guess so. Sure beats sitting around here all day.”

Jennifer Slattery

Jennifer Slattery writes for Christ to the World, an international evangelical ministry that broadcasts in over 23 countries worldwide. Under the direction of former LifeWay editor, Dr. Art Criscoe, she is working on Christ to the World’s contemporary youth series that deals with many of the intense issues youth face daily, like cliques, peer groups, alcohol, sex, smoking, cutting, suicide—76 topics in all. She also writes for the Christian Pulse, Samie Sisters, and maintains a devotional blog. You can find out more about her and her writing at
http://jenniferslatterylivesoutloud.com
.