As I was pondering “The Prodigal God” book this week, I started to think about the feast that the father threw for his lost son who returned home. I wondered who was seated around that table? Perhaps, the father, the younger son, other relatives and friends from the community were all at the table. We never learn from the parable if the elder son decides to join the feast or not. We are left to ponder that fact.
Think back to your childhood. Did you have a specific place at the dining room or kitchen table that was “YOUR” spot? I know I always sat in the same spot at the table for every meal. And when I was growing up and would visit my grandparents on their farm in Vining, MN, my grandparents had “their” places at the table and us grandkids had our “spots” at the table as well. My grandmother always sat nearest the kitchen. She would often get up and run to the refrigerator and stove so she could get things as people needed them or if she had to quick pull the blueberry pie out from the oven as it finished baking during dinner.
My grandparents’ 100-year-old dining room table is now in my house and, when I look at that table, it brings back some awesome family memories. I remember the wonderful food (even the lutefisk), the many discussions about the happenings of the day, the belly-wrenching laughter, the tears and, most importantly, I remember the unconditional love that was shown at that table.
Check out this sentimental and touching song about family, home and love called “Mama’s Table” sung by the Oak Ridge Boys.
Pax,
Pastor Carol
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