Crisp, white tablecloths. Rough, splintered boards. A plaid blanket tossed upon a patch of grass. A table, offering the life of meat and drink, the life of togetherness.
A platter of meat, shared with friends, in a quaint Bulgarian restaurant. Savory bites. Choice conversation. “…a sweet friendship refreshes the soul.” Proverbs 27:9
In a garden. A table, spread, prepared for guests to gather. Water heating for soothing tea. Cheese. Eggs. Cucumbers. Laid against the backdrop of towering trees, a luscious green lawn, and bright flowers, spirits begin to settle, to breathe. Precious refreshment. Sharing life brings health. Renewal. The ability to “keep on keeping on.” Around the table.
Lunch, purchased at a tiny island store, prepared on a park bench, and shared with friends. Crisp apples, cheese and bread become a Croatian banquet. A table, spread.
Breakfast by the sea. Mediterranean pines towering over conversations. A table, spread. Connections revived. Connections discovered. Confidences exchanged. Friendships standing ready because of the love of the Father. In His deep love is communion with one another. Retreating from the world. Just a few days. Seeing His face. Sharing a table, spread.
And then. A table, spread to remember. Communion. The bread. The wine. Given and taken. To remember. Jesus. Our Jesus, giving his life. A table, spread.
Because of Him we find ourselves at various tables, with a great variety of people. A park bench. By the sea. In a garden. Each table, spread with food; but more importantly, each table offering shared life and encouragement. Life. A table, spread.