Radical Hospitality

The El Salvador delegation with hosts from the El Rodeo community.
Some of our hosts at El Rodeo

by Belissa Acosta

My main takeaway from going to El Salvador is the radical hospitality that the members of the base communities showed us. The way they opened up their homes to us and shared what they had made me realize a few things about my own goals in life. For the past couple months, I’ve been dealing with a bit of an existential crisis. Figuring out where I want to go from here and what would make me truly happy has been a subject of contention for me, in terms of my career. Meeting my siblings in El Salvador helped me realize that my one true goal is having a home with doors I can open to anyone who might need a place to rest and a warm meal. I might have realized that without them, but it would have taken me a heck of a lot longer!

Communion as Solidarity

by Jackie Parker

So much to say about El Salvador, it’s hard to know where to begin. My heart is filled with the beauty and generosity of spirit of everyone we met and with the sheer horror of the tragedies that have taken place in their country.

Our delegation was so warmly welcomed by each of the three Christian base communities in which we stayed. Rural families living with very little, opened up their homes and hammocks, sharing food and stories about their experiences prior to, during, and since El Salvador’s gruesome civil war.

Painted on the wall of Saint Romero Chapel in El Rodeo: "A church which does not align itself with the poor is not a true church of Jesus Christ."It was hard not to feel overwhelmed by the collective history of the Salvadoran people, none of whom, it seemed, hadn’t been touched by the atrocities which took place. Most everyone we met had lost family members and friends during the twelve years of violence. Hearing countless stories about the senseless killing of civilians, the murder of Jesuit priests, and the assassination of  Monseñor Óscar Arnulfo Romero for practicing—and teaching—Liberation Theology, really hit home. The fact that many were labeled communists and seen as a threat, simply for seeking freedom from political, social, and economic oppression—was particularly poignant, given RMC’s mission. In my short time in our church community, I have witnessed the commitment of the congregation to work for social justice, to join with the traditionally marginalized and disenfranchised, and to help give voice to those who, in our society, have a hard time being heard. A mural in the meeting/church space of Comunidad Colón, the first ecclesial base community we visited, summed it up perfectly:  “Una iglesia que no se une a los pobres no es verdadera iglesia de Jesucristo.” A church which does not align itself with the poor is not a true church of Jesus Christ.

To meet the Salvadoran people, both in urban and rural environments, and to bear witness to their experiences, was something I will never forget. When visiting the town of El Mozote, which (with the exception of one survivor) was completely wiped out during a Salvadoran military-led massacre, I asked our guide how those, like herself, who had previously fled to Honduras, could return to a place of such unbearable sadness. She answered, “La vida continua. Los niños siguen naciendo; hay que seguir viviendo.” Life goes on, children keep being born, you have to keep living.

And this is what I experienced, time and again: Salvadorans persevering Group photo: RMC delegation with those attending morning celebration at San Romero Chapel in El Rodeo, El Salvadorand sharing their history, while looking toward their future.  The current social and political landscape of the country is not without its problems; while the war is over, the struggle for social, economic, and political justice continue. There are those who mourn now, for friends and family members—new generations of desaparecidos—lost during northward migrations. There is much left to be understood and to be done. In thinking about A Year at the Table, it became increasingly clear that for many living in Christian base communities, the practice of communion is as much about solidarity and a reaffirmation of a devotion to Christ’s teachings as anything else. Whether it was gathering over corn coffee and tortillas, a birthday cake or a shared meal, the commitment to uplifting and supporting each other, working together to move through difficulties, was palpable.

My feeling is that, in our church community, with our wealth, resources, and relative privilege, we have a tremendous opportunity to align ourselves with our Salvadoran siblings and to affirm, yet again, that we are a church for those without a voice, in the service of Jesus Christ.

A Year At The Table: The In’s and Out’s of Being at the Table

by Zinith Barbee
A blog entry in response to our “A Year at the Table” series.
January 21, 2020

The table is an image that is integral to hospitality. It is the critical prop in “the greatest story ever told.” In our services, it reflects the meaning of the Last Supper. Hospitality at the table is a foundational custom depicted in seminal literature of our civilization—The Odyssey. In this epic story, hospitality is copiously described, including consequences of abusing it. Bread and wine are among typical foods in the age of the gospel. They also often symbolize the regenerative body and blood of Jesus. Hospitality at the table got its deepest meaning as communion.

Communion is the one rite about which one might expect unity. Instead, practices and beliefs regarding it widely vary. One variation is “open communion” for any churchgoer attending service. Another variation is “closed communion” for only the communing church. Visiting churchgoers are excluded. Another variation could be described as “no communion.” Where this is practiced, the bread and wine are passed but untouched by anyone in the congregation. More differences exist. However, regardless of variations, the common denominator in communion is the ultimate question: “Who’s in and who’s out.”

The answer to this fateful question determined the future of whole continents, as students of the Doctrine of Discovery learn. To European Christians discovering and colonizing the Americas, prosperity felt ordained to “who’s in”—baptized people like them—while poverty got bequeathed to “who’s out.” The dispossession of indigenous people, the denied humanity of enslaved people, and the disadvantage of exploited people is predicated on the institutionalization of “Who’s in and who’s out.” Thus began our nation of “haves” and “have nots.”

Many of the “have nots” are marginalized people. For them arose ministries—all rooted in the very doctrine justifying dispossession, denial, and disadvantage. This monumental paradox reverberates throughout society. Marginalized people are the common denominator in social issues such as food insecurity and food desertification. The question “who’s in and who’s out” is a bedeviling irony in a civilization with a gospel about ending devilry.

I tell people that A Place At The Table is a ministry that “acts like a café.” This invariably leads to explaining how and why A Place At The Table is unlike traditional ministries and conventional cafés revitalizing downtown Raleigh. To be sure, A Place At The Table is part of the revitalization. It could also be said to be part of a revolution.

One way our wealthy, industrial nation sustains marginalized people is the soup kitchen. Mistaken for that, a revitalizing downtown did not initially want A Place At The Table among its chic cafés. Moreover, most eateries fail in their first years of operation. In a business community of pay-what-we-charge, A Place At The Table had much to debunk with its pay-what-you-can business plan.

A Place At The Table is a response to another ministry for people experiencing homelessness and hunger. In that ministry people also hungered for community and dignity. They complained about how society’s charity depersonalized and dehumanized them. “We’re throw-away people getting throw-away things,” I heard when I volunteered there too. I dismissed this sentiment as over-sensitivity about their plight until visiting another ministry whose operation even I called “herding cattle.” Inside a re-purposed warehouse, the ministered first got corralled into a fenced space. Here, they sat and waited through a 45-minute sermon. Then they got divided into small groups. One by one, each group got ushered through a fenced path leading to sequentially arranged corrals of used clothing, discarded furniture, and aged food.

At A Place At The Table, each time I volunteer to serve meals and clean tables, I remember living among the marginalized myself. I once resided in my car and worked in restaurants for the “fringe benefit” of one meal. Decades later, during months of job hunting after graduation from a university, I remember my shame when “raiding the table” for leftover food to take home after church fellowship meals. Today, disabled and retired after medical trauma, I am again out of the workforce that gave me purpose, identity, and a salary. Each time I volunteer, I think of how frightfully easy and quickly anyone can be homeless and hungry. Each time I volunteer, I am both minister and ministered.

It is taught that family is the unit of society. Not everyone has family. For spouses and children abused in the home, LGBTQ people ostracized by family, the formerly incarcerated without supportive family, immigrants far from home, and aged folk like me—labeled “elder orphans”—the unit of society has to be community.

 Community is the ministry at A Place At The Table. Here, “haves” and “have nots” commit to hospitality where giving and receiving is not demeaning. The “rite of passage” is receiving a meal and a cup of coffee. Money is not the only currency. Busing tables, washing dishes, sweeping floors, and other contributions of “sweat” will “buy” a fresh, healthy, stylish meal as much as any dollar bill and change. Like Jesus at the Last Supper, the hosted become hosts.

In November 2016, the City of Raleigh passed a resolution to adopt a Charter for Compassion. Its Compassionate City Initiative is part of an international movement. The founder of this movement, Karen Armstrong, laments “religion’s collusion with empire.” She identifies cities as “the heart of industrial civilization” and where to begin creation of “networks of compassion.” Into such a network fits A Place At The Table. A reporter for the Raleigh News and Observer who covered filming of A Place At The Table by the nationally broadcast show, “Good Morning America,” described the café as an “experiment in the economy of kindness.” To this I add “economy of dignity” too.

Who’s in and who’s out? Returning from a long absence and finding ill-willed guests eating his family out its provisions, Odysseus famously massacres who does not belong. Symbolizing a turn from barbarity, at the Last Supper Jesus clarifies who does belong. To disciples bickering over each other’s stature in the ministry, Jesus asks, “For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table?”

Sign at A Place at the Table restaurant showing that in 2019 12,559 meals were given out of 48,027 total meals. There were 27,396 #PayItForwards, equivalent to $158,549. Volunteers contributed 26,599 hours.

Table Stories from Raleigh Mennonite Church

by Lois Beck
A blog entry in response to our “A Year at the Table” series.
January 8, 2020

Our pastor invites us to communion: “This isn’t the table of the Mennonite Church; it isn’t Raleigh Mennonite’s table. It is Jesus’ table, and he invites all of us.” The piece of bread and a sip from the cup nourishes us to serve others, such as the food co-op at the Parkview Manor Senior Center, aptly named The Neighborhood Network. Our money helps them supplement their limited food resources with food from the Regional Food Bank every two weeks. The relationships we have with them are priceless.  

The Society of St. Andrews Gleaning Organization extends our table giving us opportunity to glean in the fields of Wake County and neighboring counties.  The farmers’ produce that can’t be sold is gleaned, harvested and delivered to Neighborhood Network, Urban Ministries Food Pantry and other places where food is scarce.   

Christ’s table expands its reach. Food-4-Thought, a volunteer group, rescues food each weekend from Trader Joe’s and distributes fresh fruit, vegetables, meat and bread to about 90 households. The rescued fresh meat is shared with The Neighborhood Network. Christ’s table is abundant. Food-4-Thought uses our kitchen, refrigerators and freezer to store food. 

Raleigh Mennonite’s financial gifts helped provide a week’s supply of groceries for 8,000 household’s from the Client Choice Food Pantry at Urban Ministries of Wake County. Additional food referrals are made to Catholic Charities.  

Our local bakery, Yellow Dog Bread Company, shares their unsold items at the end of each day rather than throw them in the dumpster.  We pick them up after hours and their abundance is shared with Urban Ministries Food Pantry, Love Wins Community Engagement Center, Neighborhood Network and Food-4-Thought. 

Our little table expands to be part of the miracle of food in the city of Raleigh.  The hungry and thirsty are welcome at Christ’s table.

Children’s views on A Year at the Table

Leah’s perspective on her involvement with Food for Thought:

“Food for Thought is where Trader Joe’s gets rid of all the food it cannot sell.  And we give it away to people.  I like being a part of it because it gets me out of the house.  My whole family is a part of it.  I think Jesus would be happy because we feed God’s people in need who no one cares about.”

Emma’s depiction of an RMC potluck:

Drawing of an RMC potluck by Emma.