I take my boys to the library to unwind, to rest and rejoin our hearts from a week of schedules and routines. We breathe together the mountain air, wave to familiar faces, and read stories curled up on the floor.
As the sun turns on its axis and begins its descent into the west, we head home, and I heat up the frying pan for meatballs. My littlest boy naps and my biggest boy reads stories quietly.
Friday is my favorite day of the week.
It’s the day when I spend time preparing our home for friends and fellowship. I pull out our best dishes, which are just gold rimmed plates I got off the clearance rack at Wal-Mart. My almost four year old gathers forks and napkins to set the table. My husband pulls out the extra folding tables and chairs. My youngest wakes up and sips milk from his cup staring wide eyed as the house transforms into a place awaiting its favorite people.
I gather the wine and the communion crackers from the cupboard. I pull out the little cups and grape juice for the kids. My husband wipes down the bathroom sink and shakes out the rug. My oldest gathers extra toilet paper and straightens the play room.
It’s Friday Night Meatballs. And it’s a weekly tradition. It’s the one day of the week that has rhythm without fail. It’s a day set aside for friends and food. For slowing down and gathering together with believers to refresh.
Going Deeper and Making a Change
During our month long road trip, my husband and I talked a lot about hospitality and what God desired for us in this season. We talked about community and our desire to go deeper with those the Lord brought our way. We talked about our desire to share communion regularly with the body of Christ. We talked about helping Christians, broken and bruised, to find fellowship in a town that is 90% unchurched.
We talked about slowing down and connecting our hearts to others. We talked about tethering our lives to people who love Jesus and love our community in a deeper way.
That’s when I read this post by Sarah Grey and she said:
“We had no idea how much the simple act of gathering for dinner would transform our family’s life.”
It struck a chord with my heart. It slowed my mind and simplified my desires. Of course. It’s all in a simple act of gathering.
A simple act that we’ve been doing for over a month now.
The gathering of believers is neglected far too often because we’re too busy. We rush from place to place, saying yes when we should say no, and believing that opening our homes is too hard.
Sharing a meal with friends is an intimate and profound way of living out the Gospel in our homes. Sharing a meal is simple. There is a richness to breaking bread and sharing communion. Of remembering. Of confessing. Of sharing.
Conversations are rich when faces are familiar. People are hungry. I want to offer them the Bread of Life.
I want my home to be a place that makes it impossible to not think about God. I want my home to be a place of refreshment and community. A place where you can be you, the you God created you to be.
Each week, we pull out all the chairs we own, we light the candles, and we serve up pounds and pounds of noodles. We do it because we decided to make a change. We decided to stop being so busy. We decided to commit ourselves to one night a week of regular fellowship with whomever the Lord brings our way.
Much to our surprise, people got really excited.
We had no idea how much this idea would resonate with our friends. We sent out our first email, tentatively, cautiously. Awkwardly?
So here’s what Mark and I have decided to do: we are instituting a new tradition we call Friday Night Meatballs.
Starting this Friday, we’re cooking up a pot of spaghetti and meatballs every Friday night and sitting down at the dining room table as a family—along with anyone else who’d like to join us. You are welcome at our table. We’ll just ask that you let us know by Thursday night so we know how many meatballs to make.
You can bring something, but you don’t have to. Kids, gluten-free types, etc. will all be taken care of. The house will be messy. There might be card and/or board games. There might be good wine. You might be asked to read picture books. You might make new friends. We’ll just have to find out.
This is our little attempt to spend more time with our community and be refreshed. To break bread, share communion, and just breathe together in a body of believers here in our valley.
What you need to know:
-When: Friday, November 21st at 6pm
-Where: [our address, which I’m not sharing with the internet 😉 ]
Our numbers in case you have questions:
Kids are welcome and encouraged. If you want a night out, that’s fine, but this is meant to be a family affair.
If you would, please add your name to the Google spreadsheet and let us know if you want to bring something, it will help us plan ahead (meatballs, chairs, etc.). We look forward to hanging out with you, and we pray you have a blessed week!
The emails and text messages flooded our inboxes. People were saying this is exactly what they have been wanting, hoping for, and desiring for so long.
Friendship is born at the moment someone says to another, “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” ~C.S. Lewis
We were living our dream.
The first week we hosted … felt awkward and yet it also felt so refreshing. The mold of busy had been broken and it felt weird. Really weird. But we were committed. We were sharing communion with believers outside of Sunday mornings. We were sitting around a table with people who loved Jesus and loved our family.
It was a little like a dream. We were living one of our dreams. A dream that someone once told us we’d never find because it didn’t exist, it wasn’t reality.
Yet here we sit, week after week, sharing communion and eating spaghetti and meatballs with people who are starting to feel like family. And each week gets easier and easier. Yes, the cast of characters change from week to week. We have regulars who never miss, but we also have families who can’t always make it.
Friday Night Meatballs isn’t a small group. It’s not a community group. It’s not sanctioned by the church or in the bulletin each week. We don’t open our Bibles and break down scripture passages. But we talk about God, our faith, our struggles, and our lives. We love one another in a way that really can’t be explained but experienced. I don’t know each persons favorite color or even their birthday, but each week we gather, break bread, and fellowship.
Friday Night Meatballs is multi-generational, representing various seasons of life, and diverse in ethnicity and job statuses – all mixed together into a melting pot of friendships. To me, it’s a little like what I expect Heaven to be like.
Some practical advice on hosting each week:
I’ve been asked a lot about the details of our Friday Night Meatballs. I’ve shared pictures on Instagram each week: the meatballs or sauce or a little boy folding napkins. And the questions are always there, begging for answers.
Below are frequently asked questions that you might find helpful (I’m adding to this as questions arise):
Q: How do you know who to invite?
A: It depends on what kind of gathering you are going for. I really love Sarah Grey’s approach. You have to read her post.
We really battled how to approach the guest list. Our tendency is to invite the whole town and pray the Lord would make our house bigger if everyone shows up. He did part the Red Sea, didn’t He?
But as we contemplated God’s gifts He has given us, the needs in our community, and yes, the size of our home, we had to get more specific. Selective? For us, we decided on inviting believers who we knew were seeking fellowship, had been burned by the church, or shared our passion for our unchurched community. We also didn’t want it exclusive to just our church body. We wanted diversity and we wanted real, raw relationships.
Q: How do we invite people?
A: You can use a variety of ways, but my favorite is simply by email and a Google spreadsheet.
After the initial email, this is what the email says each week (I try to send it out by Monday evening, but sometimes it doesn’t make it out until Wednesday):
It’s another week of Friday Night Meatballs, and you’re invited!
What you need to know:
-When: Friday, December 12th at 6pm
-Where: [our address that I’m not sharing with the internet 😉 ]
Our numbers in case you have questions:
If you would, please add your name to the Google spreadsheet and let us know that you’re coming and if you want to bring something. It will help us plan ahead (meatballs, chairs, etc.).
We look forward to hanging out with you, and we pray you have a blessed week!
Other ideas include evites, Facebook groups, and text messaging. It depends on your style and group needs. Just keep it simple. Don’t over think it.
Q: Will I get tired of meatballs?
A: I was worried about this. I never make the same thing twice for my family. The thought of eating the same thing on the same night each week made me want to hyperventilate. Just being real.
But I’ve found that it’s comforting to eat the same thing often. Plus, I make a mad spaghetti and meatballs. 😉 No one seems to be tired of it yet!
Q: Do you have a recipe for your spaghetti sauce?
A: I do, I’ll share it soon. Stay tuned!
Q: Do you have a recipe for your meatballs?
A: I do, I’ll share it soon. Stay tuned!
Q: How do you share communion? Is that awkward?
A: It was super awkward at first. I won’t lie. My husband leads it each week, and each week it gets easier and easier. It’s not common (unfortunately) to share communion outside of Sunday mornings. BUT people crave it, desire it, want it.
We keep it very simple. I buy communion crackers and grape juice. Both of which last for a long time. Everyone takes a glass or communion cup with either wine or grape juice, whichever they are comfortable with, and a cracker.
I will note that we invite the children to partake as well (parents permission for children that don’t belong to us, of course!). For us, we welcome them to the table. I know everyone does this differently. I explain our stance more in my curriculum for toddlers. I believe it is an opportunity to present the Gospel to our children and give them something tangible to relate it to.
My husband then reminds everyone of why we do this, in remembrance of Christ’s body and blood shed for us, and we all share a moment of silence and prayer; then partake together.
We share communion before the meal standing in a circle, semi-circle, wherever we can find space.
Q: Why do you not make it easier and use paper plates?
A: This meal is for family. This meal is for slowing down. This meal is not about a task to check off my list. For me, pulling out our best dishes says, “I love you. I am glad you are here. You are worth the extra effort to run a full load in my dishwasher instead of a half load that my family makes.”
Plus, everyone puts their own dishes in the dishwasher. I’ll go ahead and say a prayer of thanks to all of their mothers who trained them well. 😉
Also, it’s cheaper to ditch disposables (no pun intended), and as a work at home family and entrepreneurs, we can’t be wasting our precious cash!
Q: Do you have a kids table or do they sit at the table with you?
A: Both. We’ve done it both ways, but we are going to eliminate the “kids table.” We found it too hard to make sure they were eating their food. For our kids, they get incredibly hungry after everyone leaves or they pig out on cookies later when dessert comes out. Neither option works for my family, so we’re going to require our children to sit with us at the table. Plus whoever happened to be beside the kid table always ended up wrangling them alone. It just wasn’t fair or conducive to what we were trying to accomplish.
Q: What do you do with the children? What does it look like with toddlers and babies involved?
A: We have a play room dedicated to children’s play. We let the parents decide if they feel comfortable letting their children play upstairs while the adults hang out in the living. The children are coming and going from the play room and babies just play wherever Mama is at. We have a few toys available downstairs, but for the most part, all toys and rambunctious kid-ness takes place in the play room.
I will note that I think it’s important to set ground rules. As your group grows, you can decide how to deal with this, but we make an announcement before communion that parents are responsible for their children and for helping us clean the play room at the end of the night. We expect the parents to see the play room before allowing their children up there and to make sure their children know the rules. We also close off the bedrooms and upstairs bathroom. If they need to potty they have to come downstairs. For us, this contains the mess and keeps us from dealing with the disaster zone by ourselves. 🙂
Oh, and I have a chair in our boys’ room for nursing mothers. Just make sure there is somewhere private if you have guests that are still nursing babies and want somewhere quiet to care for their child.
Q: Do you really sit around your dining room table?
A: Yes we do. We add an additional long table next to our dining room table to make it one long table. Occasionally people have to sit on the couch around the coffee table, but we try to avoid that.
Q: Is your home ever really messy?
Q: What if something comes up on Friday? What if I have a baby? What if someone is sick?
I have no idea. We plan to take this as it comes. Right now, I can say we think our plan for sickness will be to quarantine into the master bedroom whomever is sick.
We don’t have all the answers. One week at a time, right?
Q: How do you keep people’s cups and glasses from getting mixed up?
A: With so many glasses and cups floating around, this was a serious problem. I guess, serious problem is relative, but you know what I mean. People were constantly asking, “Is this my glass?” or “Which one of these is Little Johnny’s?”
I originally thought about solo cups with markers – write your name on the cup. But remember why I don’t use paper plates? Same reason applies here for solo cups. I didn’t want to fork over the expense each week for disposable cups that people had written their name on.
Seriously? These things are amazing!
I didn’t give a DrinkBand to each person. I wanted to run a test. What I noticed surprised me because I had never really thought about this being a problem before!
The few I gave a DrinkBand to enjoyed their entire evening, never wondering if they were sharing germs with someone else. Those that I didn’t give one to? They got laughed at for never knowing which glass was theirs. Until I had DrinkBands to use, I didn’t even realize how often conversations were interrupted with, “Was this your glass or mine?”
Want to get DrinkBands for your next gathering?
You can find out everything you need to know here. I’m thinking about getting the personalized DrinkBands for my family. Or perhaps a personalized set with names of my guests for Friday Night Meatballs. Now, there’s an idea!
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