.miss preachy keen

I've put a sermon into practice tonight, and it feels strange. The sermon was about eating with people. That's it, no metaphors, just eating with people. It was so truthful and hopeful and concrete. Encouraging community is as simple as making food.
Tonight, I was hanging with my rez friends. They asked me how my weekend was, soI told them about the talk. Then I suggested, in a shy manner, that maybe it would be cool if I cooked for people on Sunday nights when we all came back to the dorm. My friends were more enthusiastic than I anticipated. They countered that a rotation would be better, and then decided that potluck was really the way to go. We quickly surmised that they'd be vegetarian, since two of us are courting veganism. One is a steak gourmet from Texas. Needless to say, I was touched. I'm pretty stoked. So long as I don't make too much stuff. I'll stick to making a soup and a bread. Or latkes! The strangeness comes because I'm no longer comfortable talking about church with my friends, and I'm scared I've been pushy.
God willing, next Sunday night there will be a post about good food. I promise you, there will be near culinary disaster stories that end in my ever-reaffirmed position of culinary goddess. But, you know, the joking kind, not the golden calf kind.