John Ortberg tells the story of a friend who made his first trip south of the Mason-Dixon Line from Chicago to Georgia. On his first morning in the South he went into a restaurant to order breakfast, and it seemed that every dish included something called grits… Not being familiar with this southern delicacy, he asked the waitress, “Could you tell me, exactly what is a grit?” Looking down on him with a mixture of compassion and condescension, she said, “Sugar, you can’t get just one grit. They always come together.”
John Wesley knew there was no personal holiness without social holiness, and Pulitzer Prize winner Annie Dillard says, “You can no more go to God alone than you can go to the North Pole alone.” We’re just like grits…you can’t get just one. They come together.
-from a Pentecost Sermon by John E. Harnish
As our community of faith learns and re-learns to “watch over each other in love” how does this story resonate with your own experience?