A simple meal. I've really missed the Oasis meal (Wednesday evenings at Highland) since the wreck. It's a wonderful time for seeing beloved Highland people. But even more, it's becoming a place where strangers are welcomed and the hungry are fed. Recently I met a young man who came to Oasis because he was homeless and hungry. There he met people who loved him, taught him, baptized him, and helped him find his first job. Last week there was no Oasis meal because of ACU lectureship. The families of the children who survived the wreck have been meeting weekly on Wednesday nights, and that night we met at the building for a meal. A couple women were there who'd come to eat. They live in our neighborhood and had been invited to come. They were hungry. I watched a couple women from our group get them food, love on them, and send them out with a hug, inviting them back for the next Oasis meal. ACU students are walking our neighborhood, bringing people from the "highways and byways" to the meal. While the meal is always good and nutritious, it isn't Outback or Olive Garden or Rosa's. But here's what it is: a foretaste of a heavenly banquet that we shall one day gather around.