Guests, Not Hosts
based on this Sunday’s gospel reading, Luke 14: 1, 7-14
In the beginning,
our very first story about ourselves ends
with the reminder we were born hungry,
body and soul:
On the day before God rested, at the dawn
of time, God granted the newborn humanity
every herb and fruit tree for our food,
sprung from the same soil
as we were. God invites us all
to a seat at the wedding table of creation-
creation we are bound to
creation we are bound to care for,
into which we ourselves are woven
as a part of the whole. There is
one table, and it is the altar
and sacred precincts
of life itself, insisting on our unity
in shared need for nourishment.
And so it is that we are reminded
in our body’s hunger, and by our food,
from the juiciest boredom-plucked berry
and truffles worth their weight in gold,
to bologna with spelled-out first and second names,
that all the sustenance we receive
is provided from this fragile planet
by God’s tender loving-kindness.
And so it is the soul’s hunger
draws us around God’s holy table
for a foretaste of heaven,
bearing our offerings from God’s creation
formed by human hands, yes,
but sacrament at the invocation
of the finger of God in our midst.
It’s a wonder
our hair doesn’t stand on end.
We are fed
not through our words
but by holy gift
that calls us into God’s own unity.
You can have communion,
or you can have competition,
but not both.
We share with each other
what is not ours to give
or take away.
There can be no jostling or jockeying
for the best place at this table, just rejoicing
that all are invited,
that there is room to spare,
that we are guests, not hosts.
~By Leslie Scoopmire
Reprinted from The Episcopal Cafe, Aug, 24, 2022
image from ocatm.org
