On Curried Beef and Missional Living

My wife and I have been very intentional about the way we are setting up our new apartment. We want to make sure that there is plenty of space for guests. We know it isn’t a huge space, but we wanted to make sure that we had lots of room. We wanted it to feel BIG. I think we were successful in that endeavor.

One of the things we constantly though was out of place was the table we had out on the patio. It just seemed to take up too much room. It was a little too big to “fit” the space. So I did this:

I broke out the skill saw and jig saw. I cut that sucker right in two. Then, I proceeded to do this:

I butted the two halves up against the patio railing, secured the tables with pipe clamps, and now we have a patio bar with room enough for 8.


During all of this, I struck up a conversation with the neighbor who lives directly across the breezeway from us. We talked about family, kids, and not knowing anyone in the complex. Turns out, she and her husband have lived here for 2 years and don’t know ANYONE in the complex.

How could that be?

Turns out, not knowing anyone in the complex is actually pretty much the normal modality for apartment dwellers (by the way, it is exactly the same in subdivisions too).

The neighbor and I talked about her husband and his family heritage. He and his family are Indian Jews from Tel Aviv. How awesome is that? I told her that we needed some good Indian food and she said her husband would love to cook some time. The conversation ended there and we went about our separate ways.

Tonight, I saw her husband on the patio and I struck up a conversation. He quickly told me that he was making Curry Beef tonight and that he wanted to share it with me and my family. He then went on to explain he had to cut the conversation short as his period of fasting for Yom Kippur was quickly closing and he need to get in one last meal.

Leo, the neighbor, knocked on my door about 30 minutes later with this:

I was very grateful and thanked him for his act of generosity. He probably didn’t think I knew about the generosity requirement of Yom Kippur which was indicated by his strange glance, as if to say “How do you know about that?”

My family and I ate the Curry Beef. It was AMAZING! I intend to thank them for their generosity again and I will be sure to thank them for including me and my family in their community.

Exciting things are going to start happening folks. Stay tuned.