I was among several employees who were invited by the owner to dine with him at one of the city's finest restaurants as a reward for outstanding service. The ambience and the food was unsurpassed, yet I was miserable. By the time the food arrived, many were becoming boisterous because of the free alcoholic drinks they had consumed. I began to wish I had declined the invitation. I could envision my family sitting around the table at home eating hamburgers. I longed to be with my wife and children. I shared employment with the others, but not much else. Oh, to be at a table where the love of God and each other is found.
Better is a dish of vegetables where love is than
a fattened ox served with hatred.
Better is a little with the fear of the Lord than
great treasure and turmoil with it.
And all those who had believed were together and had all things in common . . .breaking bread from house to house, they were taking their meals together with gladness and sincerity of heart.