“Tell your mother to fix you
a cheese sandwich instead of the jelly one,” said Lee, my boy friend.
I was sixteen and from the
time I was in seventh grade through high school my mother always packed us a brown
bag lunch. Usually it was three halves
of sandwiches; a tuna, a deviled egg and a jelly sandwich. Then there was three cookies, or a cupcake and
usually a fruit of some kind.
Lee, the boy who lived down in the
next block always walked to school with me, and never brought a lunch. His single mother and his two younger
brothers fared for themselves most of the time.
I suppose he noticed my lunch
bag and asked if we could meet and take a walk at lunchtime.
I would tear my sandwiches in
half and share with Lee, but one day he got tired of the jelly sandwich.
When I asked my mother for a
substitute cheese instead of jelly, she never said a word, but my mom was
always thinking and I believe she knew I was sharing my food.
Time went by, and from
circumstances beyond my control, we split up and some months later I met Robert
and after I graduated from High School, we were married.
Today we still share our
food. We have more than one Free Food center
in our town that feeds hungry people, so we donate non perishable foods and
supplies.
Then there is the Sunday
Fellowship at church. I often take nut
bread or a quick cake to add to the coffee time after church.
Jesus taught us to share with
others - - and He was amazing at causing a small lunch to multiply. 
But Jesus did not serve jelly sandwiches.
