The work of the table.
They come every so often and together we sat at a table. We have swapped stories, shed tears and laughed raucously. The wine like the conversation has flowed, been consumed and enjoyed. The bread was broken and the food was passed around.
But there are other tables I go to in other places. In homes, in Churches and in institutions where a similar dynamic occurs.
There is dialogue, there is food and beverages.
Sometimes nothing much seems to happen and yet everything is happening. It’s not just about the outward fare and the drinks. In the chatter and through the chatter, something shifts. We enter into a slightly different dimension. Sure, we look the same and sound the same, but after time together we are always altered just ever so slightly.
We arise from the table transformed. Relationships are strengthened, and new insights are grasped, turned over, reflected upon and integrated.
Odd, that a simple piece of wood with four legs can do all of that when people gather together around it. The table facilitates something much grander and more potent than itself. It is really just the implement, the focal point. The mechanics and the effectiveness of the relationships are really up to those who have gathered around.
I count myself privileged to work from a table. Sometimes in the formal setting of the worship, but far more frequently at a simple kitchen table. Both the altar and kitchen table are important. One is not somehow ‘better’ than the other. Both have a role to play and in fact, they complement each other in the work they do.
Fortunately, tables are not my exclusive prerogative. The ‘table work’ is for all to enjoy. Next time you are at the table, ask yourself ‘What is really going on here?’