You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. [Psalm 23:5 (CSB)]
The cup of blessing that we bless, is it not a sharing in the blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a sharing in the body of Christ? [1 Corinthians 10:16 (CSB)]
While touring an historic house, the elaborately set dinner table reminded me of the large formal dinner parties we had in our younger (and more energetic) days. I’d start preparing the table in advance by adding extra leaves to the table, gathering the extra chairs, and ironing out the creases in the damask tablecloth. From the cupboard in the basement, I’d haul up the crystal salad plates, my mother’s Lenox china, and the hand-painted Bavarian service plates and Czechoslovakian dessert plates that were my grandmother’s. I’d spend hours polishing the silverware and serving pieces. The service plates were set out, the silverware laid, the crystal wine and water goblets carefully placed at each setting, and the napkins artfully folded. I’d set out the silver candlesticks, put in fresh candles, get flowers from the florist, and create what I hoped would be the perfect Martha Stewart-worthy table setting. There was plenty more work to do in the kitchen. I’d spend days perusing recipes, planning the menu, making lists, purchasing food, and preparing it all. I loved doing it because I loved the people for whom I did it. Nevertheless, as nice as my guests were and as much as they enjoyed themselves, I’m not sure they truly appreciated how much effort went into everything that on that table.
As I approached the Lord’s Table for communion last week, I wondered if I genuinely appreciate all that Jesus did to prepare His table of blessings for me. Do I truly value His gift of body and blood? It cost Him far more than a few days of work and the price He paid was greater than any I ever paid for lobster, prime rib, artisan cheese, or vintage wine. I thought of Him washing the feet of the disciples and of His anguish as he prayed alone in the garden. I thought of His disappointment at Judas’ betrayal, Peter’s denial, and the disciples’ desertion. I thought of His silence in front of Caiaphas and Pilate, His flogging and mocking at the hands of the Roman soldiers, His arduous walk to Golgotha, and His suffering on Calvary. He may have been God but He was in a man’s body and suffered and died as a man for you and for me. Yet, Jesus welcomes us, sinners all, to come to His table and share in His gifts.
There always was plenty of laughter at my table but coming to the Lord’s table is a sacred occasion and not to be taken lightly. While my guests didn’t have to make any preparations to come to our feast, we should prepare for the Lord’s feast by seriously examining ourselves and then by repenting and forgiving where repentance and forgiveness are needed. Coming to the Lord’s Supper is a solemn time to remember, reflect, recommit, and reconnect with Jesus.
I’d like to think my guests never left my table hungry or thirsty; nevertheless, I know they were hungry and thirsty by the next morning. When we come to Jesus’ table, our hunger and thirst will be forever satisfied because we are filled with the Bread of Life and the living water of the Lord!
Jesus Christ, host of this meal, you have given us not only this bread and cup, but your very self, that we may feast on your great love. Filled again by these signs of your grace, may we hunger for your reign of justice, may we thirst for your way of peace, for you are Lord forevermore. Amen. [Lutheran Book of Worship]
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