Warm Inside

Last weekend I joined a group of high schoolers on a trip to Chalet Paradise [not its real name] up North. We snuggled up to the tv/fireplace with Grey's Anatomy Season One on DVD and we ate store bought cookie dough. (Like you do.) At night we met to reflect on the day's events (namely, the watching and the eating). Matt talked about the many ways in which we try to fill ourselves; we agreed that the [proverbial] table is a place we go to feel full. But as of yesterday we entered Lent, which is a time to be [proverbially and literally] emptied. Now we are emptying [you get the picture] ourselves to be filled [ ] at the other table, the God Table.
My point is two-fold:
1. I love the idea that all of my food-based issues can come back to this one idea--looking to be full, having one central place to be fed, and
2. I understand that there won't be baked goods at God's Table. And that's fine. But let's take a moment to discuss how satisfying it is to eat just the top of a muffin.