Back to School Noms

The most recent time that the mundane act of eating became spiritual experience for me was my first meal back at Andrews University. When I say that it was a spiritual experience, i don't mean that angels came down from heaven to sing the praises of Sam's Chicken while a beam of holy light shone on my plate. By spiritual, I mean that it was a meal that meant something to me besides being a tasty meal or energy to live.
My first meal back at Andrews was a spiritual experience in that it signified that the new year is really underway. It signified that being back is a real thing, not just an interlude in the academic sphere. This is so important to me because I almost didn't get to come back to Andrews this year. I had some issues with my financial aid, and was sure that I wouldn't be able to come back. There simply wasn't enough money. However, God gave me a way to get back here (granted, it was with a loan that I'll be paying for until Kingdom Come). So when I walked into the AU cafeteria for the first time this year, I nearly wept with joy. From what I've seen, there's a lot of weeping connected with the caf, but not usually with joy.
Anyway, I don't remember what I ate that night, but I do remember how good it tasted to me. It tasted like the promise of a new year.