I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I posted this photo on my Facebook page the other day.
The Cutie and I have a fair number of blueberry bushes and harvest has begun.
My Haitian daughter, Syliana, was curious. She asked me what these are.
She has never seen, tasted, or heard of blueberries.
There is every reason to believe she never will.
It really got me to thinking.
Sometime in the last decade or so folks got to talking about “superfoods.”
Sweet potatoes, blueberries, and (I read this just last week) cicadas somehow get on this list.
Since yesterday’s message from Syliana I am abandoning the term superfood as I have come to know it.
It is clearly misleading on a couple of levels.
A “superfood” won’t sustain you on its on.
A “superfood” is a construct of the privilege I live. Sometimes very blindly.
To Syliana, and millions of others, “superfood”is whatever meager meal you are able to muster.
A cup of rice is a source of life and strength.
I can’t imagine something more worthy of the label “superfood” than that.
But this isn’t about that.
It is about The Bread of Life.
Talk about a superfood!
It doesn’t just give you nutrients for a while.
It changes your dna.
Makes you super(wo)man.
It makes you aware of how lost you can be.
And how wonderful you can become.
There is a sentence or two in the Book I read that says “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, “Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,” but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it?”
Makes sense to me.
It also suggests that instead of my craving superfood I can be superman.
Please give it a moment’s meditation.
I am hoping you will encourage me.
And maybe join me.
Message me if you’re interested in how I put on my cape.
As our Friend and I ambulated a pre breakfast walk I was telling him how much I savor blueberries. He smiled at me the way he does and said..
“They will taste better if someone else savors something too.”