Since school got out, I’ve been working 40 hours a week. This kind of thing has cut severely into my schedule. I’ve also been reading a bunch of fun-fiction and spending a lot of time with friends and family. I haven’t spent near as much time reading or thinking explicitly about theological or philosophical issues. However, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing theology. Sharing life with my wife and my friends is an explicitly theological act. Resting and recovering from a long year at school is theological. Everything is theological. Everything that I do reflects my experiences with the Divine. Unfortunately, some of those experiences are more positive than others, but I can’t deny that every moment of my life is profoundly meaningful, especially the mundane ones.
All that to say, I haven’t really had much to say lately. I’m not sure that I’m at a place where I can really express theological thoughts in discourse and words and such. And I don’t feel bad about that. Not even for a minute.
Most profoundly, I’ve noticed the amazing wonder that happens with food. Yesterday, I had biscuits and gravy with scrambled eggs at my aunt’s house for breakfast. I sat and chatted with my aunt and my grandfather, enjoying stories and laughing. For lunch, Hilary made marinated turkey burgers and a huge fresh salad. My aunt, Clutter and his dad, and Hilary and I sat there for an hour just talking about food. Then we had Pineapple Whip to top it all off. For dinner, Clutter made pulled pork sandwiches and grilled asparagus; Hilary fixed some peaches and cream sweet corn. Tonight, my friend Lindsey is coming over, and we’re all going to do some serious baking.
We’re lucky to live where we do and to be able to enjoy such delicious food. But all of this food has been a reminder to me that it isn’t what’s on the table that matters, it’s who is around it. And everyone is welcome at Christ’s Table.