It’s always around the table. The meal is finished but we stay, we linger, not wanting to leave the hard chairs and easy conversation.
Granny’s kitchen was too small to gather around her chrome table with Formica top. It was the place for the youngest to keep from being underfoot while the women divided up tasks for meal preparation, the men sat in the living room telling tales and the kids played outside until the call came for supper.
The best days are when we pull out the extra leaves for the table or we add a card table at the end to make room for more. More food, more people, more stories, more memories.
The season has begun when our tables will be pressed into service more often. When the table linens will come out and the pantry will hold a sleeve of emergency plastic cups. Or maybe they’ll be our ordinary cups because we’re all family and it’s just easier that way.
The table is where Jesus shared the best with his followers. He shared his cup, overflowing with blessings, his bread, our sustenance. They jockeyed for position to sit at his right at the table and most days, I’m just grateful to have an invitation to be in His presence. I’ll sit at the kids table, Lord, they seem to understand your ways better anyway.
I think he delights in seeing us gathered with friends and family, gathered around a table where hands are held and blessings are breathed. There is beauty at the table, friends. Ordinary beauty of the communion of souls.
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