Everywhere we've lived our dining table has been the centre of our home. We have laughed, argued, prayed, studied, sorted out business, shared news good and bad, cried and talked more here than anywhere else in our house. It is at the table that acquaintances have become friends and family has been forged. It is in sharing of food and real fellowship that we have have made our place into our home.
Here the table is set for breakfast in the evening. It's one of our family things. Breakfast kind of defines us as a family - huge choice of cereal, plenty to start the day, time to eat and share and pray as we start the day. Setting the table the night before is about convenience but also about declaring the reassurance of provision for the new day.
The map at the end of our table is also a deliberate act of home making - we live, eat and pray in a global context: friends and family scattered around the world - global news making its presence felt as we share life together.
The table is one around which we gather and know we are home. You should come over sometime. There's always plenty of room at our table.
