Last Sunday I had the awesome privilege of attending the latest Providence Provision Sunday Soup. In a nutshell, it’s a monthly micro-funding, community-building affair. People buy tickets for a homemade soup dinner and then are presented a menu of four to five creative projects on which they will vote on awarding a small cash prize. It’s like the uber-local, intensely-immediate version of the NEA or something.
To cut to the chase, Jed and I won. But the night was so good beyond even our winning, and so, because we are entering the season of Passover, I will tell this story is the spirit of ”Dayenu: it would have been enough.”
Had Jed and I gone to Provision and not been on the menu, dayenu.
Had we been on the menu and not been seated with such friendly people, dayenu.
Had we been seated with such friendly people, but not with strangers who had seen Special Happy, dayenu.
Had we been seated with strangers who had seen Special Happy, but they had not wanted to gush about it and tell all the people sitting around us, dayenu.
Had the people gushed about Special Happy, but my speech to the crowd had not gone well, dayenu.
Had my speech gone well, but had it not moved the crowd, dayenu.
Had my speech moved the crowd, but the people had not voted for our project, dayenu.
Had they voted for our project, but had we not won $500, dayenu.
Had we won $500, but had the people at our table not cheered and looked so happy and friended us on facebook that very night, dayenu.
Had the people at our table cheered and looked so happy and friended us that night, but the soup had not been delicious and the after-company so enjoyable, dayenu.
So many gifts has Providence bestowed on us in this past week. Now we just have to make a show that does Providence proud (no pressure).