I just returned from a trip to New York to see friends (and for some work meetings for my spouse). There was a lot of talk about politics and all kinds of division – ethnic, racial, religious, gender…and a little bit of sports. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But something happened while I was there that gave me some encouragement: we sat around tables with people from all over the world and enjoyed each other’s company. Even between those of us who might otherwise have the kinds of conflicts that lead to war. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Korea, China, Germany, Netherlands, Italy, Kenya, South Africa, Russia, UK, Lebanon, Brussels, Mexico, and US. Some I had known for several years, others I only just met on this trip. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We broke bread together – literally. We lifted glasses and toasted each other. We talked about our children, spouses, summer travel plans, multiple elections, irritations at work, and weather. Like people do all over the world. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
For many cultures across time and geography, gathering around a table to share food is a synonym for making and keeping peace. It keeps families together when they aren’t talking. It keeps nations talking when they aren’t together. When you “break bread” you aren’t just eating it, you are sharing it. That works with bowls of rice, as well. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Humans need food to live, and we also need each other. Meeting both of those needs at once helps us to experience each other as siblings around a family table. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I just returned from a trip to New York to see friends (and for some work meetings for my spouse). There was a lot of talk about politics and all kinds of division – ethnic, racial, religious, gender…and a little … Continue reading