Here at the Table

The past two years the word “Gather” has been on my bulletin board written atop a clay pie baking dish. Our dining table has been extended to fit at least 15 people around it. 

But then, the pandemic. 

God gave me this word, “gather,” to build hospitality in our lives, to gather around people, to let people in but this has been one of the hardest asks He has given me in a long time. I am not naturally a host. I love to cook but rarely get the timing right to have everything out at the precise time people are sitting to eat. I worry people will stay too long and I will be tired and want to rest. I agonize about if our children will behave or if I will be away from guests solving sticky situations between siblings. 

Growing up my parents often invited people into our homes. Faith groups that would come over to eat, pray and play games. Family from out of town would come to visit and stay with us. We would often be asked to give up our rooms for the guests and we could bunk with a sibling or sleep on the couch. The guest would always get priority sleeping arrangements. There were many years that cousins would come stay with us for months at a time. I loved it. Sure there were probably times I grumbled and didn’t want to give up my space but looking back, what a gift my parents gave us. 

They taught us to allow people in, to give without expectation, to offer provisions just as the Father has done for us. 

Throughout the Bible, Jesus often called people to join Him at the table, to sit with Him. Sitting with others and sharing a meal often naturally builds conversation and relationship. Many times in my life when there has been a disagreement, we sit down at the table and the wrongs just don’t feel as heavy and burdensome as they once did. 

I want more of this in our lives. I want people to come to our table. I want different people to feel welcome at our table, not just our family or close friends. I want our children to bring their friends home for dinner. I want this home to have an open door to those who feel lost, alone, or ignored, just as I have many times before. 

I truly believe counseling and gathering at the table go hand in hand. Sharing a meal and providing time and space to a certain individual or group can breed understanding, forgiveness, and compassion. 

Lord, I pray our table fills up. I pray we use what we have to show your love to others. I pray that I actually make a pie and the plate becomes empty and bellies become full. I pray that you use our talents, gifts, and blessings for the good of others. I pray you give us the courage to follow through when the Spirit speaks. 

Amen.