Beef

My grandmother, Sarah Grace Heath, lived alone. A pillar of her community, her Presbyterian faith was rock solid. For a Friday evening dinner, Grandma invited acquaintances to her home. Juan was from Puerto Rico, Maria was from Spain. The table was set, beef the main course, a pleasant evening anticipated. Alas, Maria and Juan, devout Catholics that they were, could eat no meat on a Friday. Grandma was mortified. I am told the beef was set aside entirely … beans, beets, a salad, bread and homemade pie proved sustenance enough … and a good conversation about the ways we live our faith. 

Photo by Thiago Rebouças