Is there, or can there be, a religious thing about dinner time?
Some kind of religious aspect of it?
Maybe so.
It is serving and being served.
And it’s returning over and over to something that makes our days possible.
I think it is mostly the relational part of it.
“What’s becoming clearer and clearer to me is that the most sacred moments, the ones in which I feel God’s presence most profoundly, when I feel the goodness of the world most arrestingly, take place at the table. The particular alchemy of celebration and food, of connecting people and serving what I’ve made with my own hands, comes together as more than the sum of their parts. I love the sounds and smells and textures of life at the table, hands passing bowls and forks clinking against plates and bread being torn and the rhythm and energy of feeding and being fed.”
–Shauna Niequist. Bread And Wine
