Come Around the Table
Now, this song is not one you would expect to read about on my blog and don’t worry, I am not going to try to make a parallel to my faith and the lyrics of this song. But, it did give me a title for the blog post I have been mulling around in my head. It also gave me chills as I sang it. Not because I relate to the words of the song in any way, but because I love music, singing, good ole’ hip hop and…Justin Timberlake. This first-born loves to let go…
In the past several months, I have had the opportunity to come around the table with many precious and unique people in my life. These tables have looked physically different, but each one has had the same sentiment surrounding its otherwise plain/generic shape of wood. Physically, these tables have varied in appearance, some having been previously scratched and marked by the little years of children, some newly purchased for enjoyment of outside dining and some more of a counter top space with a bending down on elbows posture to create a circle community.
Each time I have come around one of these tables, I have been communing with people who are not the same as I am. Different faiths, different political views, different world views, different genders, different backgrounds, different careers. Despite some very core differences, we have come together. We have laughed, we have cried, we have shared, we have listened. We have hurt, we have paused, we have prayed. Our differences have not separated us, they have strengthened us. Our differences have not puffed us up, they have humbled us, bringing us all down to eye level with fellow hurting humans.
Generally, when at the table, bodies are nourished, minds are calmed and stimulated at the same time, hearts are joined and tummies are filled. Everyone joining shares the basic human need of being fed nutrients and vitamins to sustain life. I often talk about the importance of family meals in my role as a pediatric nurse practitioner. There has been a great amount of research done in the more recent years that shows the benefit of families coming together around the dinner table to talk, reflect, share and grow together. Research has even shown that children from families who eat dinner together at least 4 times weekly are less likely to engage in risk taking behaviors, have less mental and emotional stress, less propensity towards obesity and have stronger self-esteem, parent-child connectedness and resilience (Fishel, 2016).
Research also says these kids have a better vocabulary. The better vocabulary comes from talking to each other and hearing conversation from adults on a regular basis. Talking to each other is so very important in this world of advancing and often smothering technology. There was also a recent article that shared statistics of the very sad reality that the “igen” generation (my kids) don’t talk to each other and lack social skills of generations before them. Even more frightening, is the fact that while talking to real people has decreased, the risk of teen depression, anxiety and even suicide has increased.
At each of the above mentioned meetings around my life tables, we have set aside time and space from the world. There were no selfies, no “check ins” no scrolling Facebook, Instagram, the news or any other at your finger tips information. There were moments of sincerity. Moments of looking into eyes. Moments of interpreting body language, of hands on shoulders, of tears in eyes, of hugs around necks…of connecting as human beings and finding common ground.
These experiences reminded me that there are many more people behind the screenshots and highlight reels that are real, that are deep, that are willing and wanting to connect with other people. In these moments of table sharing connectedness, I felt united every time. I felt the unity of people who love each other, accept differences and want to learn in love. Those are the people I want at my table. And they are all different from me, some in big ways, some in small ways.
Gathering and doing life and ministry at the table reminds me of the One I try to model my life after. Though I fail miserably, I feel a sure sense of peace with the idea that Jesus sat at the table, not with people he even called friends! I may sit with those different from me, but he sat with the worst outcasts of society that he could find on the streets! To name a few of his mealtime rendezvous.. there was the last supper, the feeding of 5,000, the meal with Levi the tax collector, the feeding of the 4,000, the meals at the houses of Pharasees, the one with Zacchaeus, the meal that followed his resurrection…you get the idea! He ministered around the table, with food, sometimes with those very different from him.
It’s not really the table – that piece of wood crafted into a flat space for meals to be placed while plates and utensils surround, awaiting those who will be fed there. It’s the ones who come around. The ones who come open, willing to hear, wanting to be heard, filled with cautious hope for fellowship and communion. If we can learn something from Jesus about mealtime fellowship, it was a time that was meant to be shared. Popular things were not always said, but they were said in love.
Though Jesus was the King of Kings, He did not stand above His guests, assuring them of His knowledge and power in intimidation. Instead, He showed humility, He even sat beside those He knew would betray Him. Just as it says in 1 Peter 3, the way we approach others is exceedingly important in spreading His message.
1 Peter 3: 8-18
“Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble. Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult. On the contrary, repay evil with blessing, because to this you were called so that you may inherit a blessing. For, “Whoever would love life and see good days must keep their tongue from evil and their lips from deceitful speech. They must turn from evil and do good; they must seek peace and pursue it. For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their prayer, but the face of the Lord is against those who do evil.” Who is going to harm you if you are eager to do good? But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. “Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened.” But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect, keeping a clear conscience, so that those who speak maliciously against your good behavior in Christ may be ashamed of their slander. For it is better, if it is God’s will, to suffer for doing good than for doing evil. For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God.“
What I realize is that while it does matter that I come around the table, what matters more is how I come. Am I coming like-minded, sympathetic, loving, compassionate and humble? Am I seeking peace and pursuing it? Am I saying things with gentleness and respect when asked about the hope that I have in the Lord, the giver of life, beyond the evil of this world? Have I come to the table frightened of what might be said, fearing threats?
Reflecting on my own posture as I come around the table brings me to my knees, begging for the strength to trust God, that He has got all of this mess we see flooding social media feeds, news channels and in our own back yards. He has given us His word and His Holy Spirit to guide us as we desperately seek light in this dark world. He also does call us to be humble, but also to be strong, strong in Him and strong together. May we all come around the tables of our lives in love, humility and as seekers of peace and truth.