Yesterday around a friend's Sunday Dinner table, I tasted "Luella's Rice" for the first time and saw that it was good. My friend's old family recipe brought something good from the past into the present and awakened a hungry hope for a future feast. This week, I'm wondering if the church is like a kitchen where we apprentice, through Scriptural doctrines, practices, and fellowship, learning to cook up good things, setting the table for a coming Feast?