First time to dinner

I remember my first meal at a L’Arche home. As I walked in the door, I could smell macaroni and cheese burning in the kitchen. There was considerable commotion – part of it had to do with confusion about whose job it was to set the table, but mostly the urgency was about the toilet flowing over. Someone handed me the plunger!

After dinner something happened that I’ll never forget. Someone dimmed the light, someone else lit a candle, we joined hands, and a gentle silence settled among us. Each person prayed. Glen prayed for me: “God, thank you for bringing Patty to our house. Bless her, and bless her people. Amen.”

Patty, L’Arche friend