Let us break bread together

Even as a little girl, I sensed that something special takes place when people share a meal, and given my Italian and Southern Scotch-Irish heritage, our family enjoyed some amazing meals when we gathered for reunions, all of it foreign to our bland Midwest palates: spinach-stuffed ravioli and polenta on the Italian side – crab, collards and biscuits at Mom Minnie's. No wonder I was a pudgy little kid.

Those meals not only filled my tummy, they satisfied my soul with a deep sense of belonging. Imagine sitting around the table, with people speaking Italian, or listening to my larger-than life uncles tell their crazy stories of life on a shrimp boat! Laughter was the main ingredient of those hours-long meals and I remember feeling like I was part of a larger story.

It turns out I was on to something; as I've studied the ancient tradition of hospitality, I've learned something special does indeed take place when we gather together to eat. In Christian circles, we often call taking the Lord's Supper 'breaking bread.' Jesus gave his life, (became broken bread) for us so that we might have life.

Breaking bread can also refer to the common meal. Something equally mystical happens when we gather together to break bread – strangers become companions, a word whose literal meaning is "the one with whom bread is broken."  

Interestingly, the Scottish word for companion is "marrow" – the essence, the best part. It can be a simple sharing of rustic bread and rough red wine, or an extravagant seven-course feast, but the best part, the essence, is the experience of companionship.

THE LAST COURSE: The part about the marrow reminds me of a teacher friend of mine, who as the end of her summer vacation approaches, likes to say that she is "sucking the marrow out of each remaining day." She knows how to savor the riches of her life.

So the next time you gather around the table, do it with an attitude of expectancy. Slow down; take time to truly appreciate your 'daily bread' and be thankful for the very best part….each other.


Roasted Italian sausages and grapes, bathed in olive oil and rosemary, accompanied by polenta and white beans with sage. The meal was molto bene, and so was the fellowship!

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4 Responses to “Let us break bread together”

  1. Ellecia says:

    Susan…what a delightful Blog. The love of cultivating relationships is so important. Thank you so much for yielding to the the Holy Spirit. What you shared about your interaction with the Lord in the middle of the night really touched me in a special way. I have been asking for clarity and believing HIM for prayers. My action is the only thing left to activate my FAITH. This helped me to seek him more for what to do. Thank you for opening your home when you felt weary. Thank you for being a place where people could eat, pray and love one another. Thanks also for sharing your family and words of encouragement. Be blessed.

  2. Great imagery, Turtle Lady. I recall similar dinners, but with English and Spanish dishes. Chef Anthony Bourdain's favorite is marrow.

  3. Carol says:

    Greetings Susan,
    How could you put up those pictures of your beautiful dinner and not give the recipes?  Please supply the recipes for Roasted Italian sausages and grapes, bathed in olive oil and rosemary, accompanied by polenta and white beans with sage.  Thank you.


  4. LeadHership says:

    Love the blog. It makes me wish I was one of the blessed ones to be called your neighbor. But I suppose God's put me on my street…so I can learn from you…and be a good neighbor to these folk, here, by me.

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