November 22nd, 2017

Mid Week Musing

We are poised on the eve of Thanksgiving, a holiday sacred for being the day when families are most likely to come together in one place. It’s no different for those whose families are composed of friends, especially if the group has gathered over time. Memories of being at table together, eating, laughing, and sharing Susan’s recipe for corn casserole or Fred’s bourbon green beans remain with us even when the memory-makers are gone. Stories told around a table are their own kind of food. Hearts can be nourished along with bodies whenever meals are shared. It is no accident that the Lord’s Supper is a central sacrament of the faith.

My own table this year will be set for three. My sister will be gathering in Missouri at a table for 40. The numbers don’t matter if the company is good, and if the company is stressful, as is often the case, that becomes a shared experience, too. Movie moguls make good money off holiday films about disastrous family gatherings. One click online can take you to “25 Thanksgiving jokes that will get you through dinner.” The mess may be part of the magic, since the ties of family and friendship are always simultaneously memorable and messy.

Jesus was at home at table. It seems to have been one of his favorite places, eating and drinking with sinners, rich and poor. He was criticized more than once for his manners and his choice of table mates. To me that means even I am welcome at his table. My family mess, or work mess, my share of human chaos will never rule me out, and neither will yours. Jesus entered human life completely, not to change it, but to share it fully in all its messy reality. He is intent on making memories that heal, sustain and fill.

Whether your Thanksgiving table is relaxing or taxing, may Christ be in your midst.

Peace,

Catherine


Scripture Reading: Ezekiel 34:11-16, 20-24; Psalm 100; Ephesians 1:15-23; Matthew 25:31-46.