Jesus entered a village
where a woman whose name was Martha welcomed him.
She had a sister named Mary
who sat beside the Lord at his feet listening to him speak.
Martha, burdened with much serving, came to him and said,
“Lord, do you not care
that my sister has left me by myself to do the serving?
Tell her to help me.”
The Lord said to her in reply,
“Martha, Martha, you are anxious and worried about many things.
There is need of only one thing.
Mary has chosen the better part
and it will not be taken from her.”
Luke 10:38-42
No one complains when they're well fed, or that the dishes wash themselves. Though there may be a better part, it is the stomach feeds the heart and I feed stomachs: Come and stay and dine before you take your way. Though you may want me at your feet, do you want only words to eat? I cannot turn mere stones to bread or two loaves into thousands fed, but I have hands to knead the dough and feet to bring it ere you go. And maybe, when the work is done, then I can rest with you, for once. But always, there is bread to knead and always hungry mouths to feed. But maybe, when the dough shall rise, perhaps I could come to your side and listen for a moment, Lord, and feast myself upon upon your words. You have your mission; I have mine and shall, 'til all at last can dine. I give you my bread; you give yours, and somehow you will feed the world.
Kate Bluett 