I sit in the dark of a dawning morning, trying to plan the day, when to put the casserole in and if I should skip the fresh salad. As I think of the thousands of tables set all over our country today, a different table comes to mind.
This table, I believe, is set already. It is waiting for us. We will be seated there, along with those we love and who will not be here today. This table will stretch as far as the eye can see. Our Father has planned this meal from the beginning of time and our Brother will serve us. He who created, will be reaching over our shoulder and place grace before us.
At that table will sit those who were never invited to any table, whose offenses have kept them tasting goodness. When we look down the center, we will see on each side, stretching into a sea of the forgiven, our enemies.
There will be the Thief on the Cross.
I will be there.
You will be there.
Today, while we take a seat at our tables – alone or with others – I pray God will give us the grace to see the table there and all those who will be seated there. He paid for our place with His love.