Monday, September 4, 2017

Dear God,

"Come to the table of grace, come to the table of grace.  This is God's table, it's not mine or yours.  Come to the table of grace."  We sang this new song in worship yesterday.  I was moved, inspired to join others walking down the aisle for Holy Communion.  God's table.  God's table, a table wide open to all, anyone who is hungry and thirsty is invited to your table.

So many tables are off limits.  You can only come if you are a member, an associate, a paying fellow, a friend, or something else.  Way too many tables have conditions for seating but not your table. Although I am very aware I am not worthy to sit at your table, I still know I am invited.  The invitation alone is a blessing, a blessing of love, faith, hope, peace, and mercy.

There have been special tables where I was invited to sit.  My grandmother's table, whether in the farmhouse dining room or kitchen, was always open to me.  I loved sitting there.  I always felt I was sitting with Jesus when I sat down.  All during the meal I knew Jesus was present because my grandmother exuded your smile, your love, and your acceptance.  Everything tasted better at Grandma's because everyone could come.

Blessed are you,
Lord Jesus.
Thank you
for all
the tables
where we
are invited.
Most of all,
thank you
for the invitation
to your table.

Love, Andrea