The story of the Clarkson family has been written at tables. Not with pen and paper, but with words and people, food and fellowship, talk and time. Whatever kind of table it might be — breakfast, lunch, dinner; picnic or deck; plain or fancy; small, tall, wood, metal, or rock; bare or cloth-covered; even the ground — it becomes our family table when we sit down together to eat and drink and be and belong.
The delightful fruits of God’s creation we share together fill and fuel us as God’s life-breathed and image-bearing creatures, and our shared story grows from the table’s Spirit-infused life coming alive in us. I believe that’s true for all of us.
Even the simplest supper, meal, snack, or teatime can become, in some way, a feast — a lavish celebration of the living God’s life and goodness. It’s not just about the physical act of eating, but about sharing and enjoying life as God designed and gave it to us. That is the essence of the lifegiving table.
In order for this life to take place, our hearts must be prepared every day, every meal, every opportunity to share, from the fullness of my own heart, the truth, the encouragement, the affirmation, the challenge that I have cultivated over the years in order to pour into my children as a wise experienced mentor would do.
Read more about this in The Lifegiving Table.
