The Table

At the beginning of this year, I committed Fridays in this space to meditations on the Table. Communion. The Eucharist. The Last Supper. 

This is something I am used to celebrating every week; the cup and the bread are part of my regular diet. And I have been humbled for nearly 12 years to routinely offer reflections on what this remembrance means, on what we're doing here, on how it connects to our day-to-day life and faith. 

It's been a running joke among my brothers and sisters that I "always have one in my pocket" and I could "offer this devotional every week." Sometimes, I have wondered about whether that's true. To be honest, though, I have wondered it about this blog rather often, too. Doesn't there come a point at which someone who shares regularly...eventually just runs out of things to share? 

Does there come a day when I run out of things to say about God or about this Table? 

I confess that the possibility has made me nervous on more than one occasion. 

Sometimes, I think maybe I've said everything I can say about it. About this space. About this sacrifice. About this remembrance. Yet, every time, the Spirit steps in and provides me something. You know why? Because I'm hungry. 

The truth is, I never get tired of this Table. I never get tired of breaking bread, of pouring wine, of remembering. I never get tired of reclining next to Jesus and laying my head on His chest. I never get tired of being in close fellowship with my Lord, as well as my brothers and sisters. I never grow weary of being fed. 

So bring me to the Table. Bring me to the beach, where there's fish on the griddle. Bring me to the hillsides, where there are baskets of leftovers out of His abundance. Bring me to the pasture in the midst of my enemies, where He's laid a spread for me. Bring me to the wilderness, where quail rains down from heaven and manna springs forth out of the ground. Bring me to Passover, where the lamb is cooked and the blood covers the doorways. Bring me to Jerusalem. Bring me to the Upper Room. Bring me to the Table. 

Bring me again.

I will come to every meal that Jesus wants to share with me...and I will come to every Table I want to share with Him. 

I will come to every picnic blanket, every late-night snack, every on-the-go breakfast in the car. I will come to every offering. 

When Jesus lifts His hands to bless and then break, I will be there, taking every single crumb I can get. 

I never get tired of this Table. 

Thank You, Lord, for sharing it with me. 

And thank you, brothers and sisters, for sharing it, as well.