Sunday, September 28, 2008

Parable of the Wooden Bowl

The old man’s sight was failing. His hands trembled. He could no longer live alone so he went to live with his son, his son’s wife, and his four-year old grandson, Andy. Eating was difficult for the old man. Peas rolled off his spoon. Tea spilled on the tablecloth. The old man chipped a saucer and cracked a plate.

The son’s wife complained so often that the husband finally gave in to her demand. The old man would take his meals alone in the kitchen. He would eat from a wooden bowl. The family continued to eat in the dining room, but Andy missed his Grandpa.

One afternoon Andy’s parents noticed their son playing with scraps of wood. They asked him what he was making and Andy explained, “I’m making a wooden bowl for you to eat your food when I grow up.” The words struck the parents speechless. That evening Andy’s father took his Dad’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.

In our lives we are like the old man, unsteady and blind. We make a mess of things, we break things, and we make others uncomfortable. Yet God takes us by the hand and leads us to the Family Table. It may be called an “altar” and the family meal may be called “Communion” or “Eucharist.” We are made welcome because of what God’s Son has done, and if we stay away from the family table, God’s Son seeks us in order to bring us to the fellowship of His table.


poetreader said...

Family Table

I am blind.
I am weak.
I stumble and mutter and drool.
My manners are bad.
My complaining is loud,
and nothing I do comes out right.
There's food on the floor
and stains on my clothes,
and dishes are broken and chipped.
Yet here I sit and here I am fed,
and here I can know His love.

I am blind.
I am weak.
I am loved.
I am called.
I am called to the Table of Love.
I may be a problem,
I may give you pain,
but I'm called to the Table of Love,
the Table where He offers Himself,
and, wounded, His hands feed me,
and hold me,
and take me for his very own,
and join me at His Table
to the everlasting family of Love.

----------ed pacht

Alice C. Linsley said...

Wonderful! This deserves publication on the main page. Ed, I love your work! I'm going to check out your new chapbook this week also.