Mashed Potatoes and Food for the Soul
By Anonymous –
A few years ago I helped deliver Meals on Wheels on 16th Street to a man named Modesto. He had almost no English and my Spanish amounted to Hola and Gracias. But I could tell by his eyes that we understood each other. I began to look forward to stopping at his house.
I noticed that when I arrived, Modesto was usually reading his Bible. I asked him to show me what he was reading. Then he read it in Spanish and I read it in English.
Before long, when I came with Modesto’s lunch, he had Bible verses written down on scraps of paper for me to take home. I took them home, looked them up, read them and kept the scraps of paper in a drawer.
One day I went through all of them and marked an ‘M” by the verses Modesto had given me. There are a lot of “M’s” in my Bible.
Modesto died soon after that. I went to his funeral. Now when I read my Bible, I frequently see an “M” by a verse and I am reminded again why that verse was important to Modesto and why it is important to me.
I took mashed potatoes to Modesto, which were consumed long ago. He gave me food for my soul which will last forever.