I often joke that my congregation won my heart with their cooking. All of my favourite foods were part of the potluck dinner that followed our first worship service together-even before they knew what those foods were! I say an added silent prayer of thanksgiving every time I sit down to yet another bountiful Ukrainian-German feast that reminds me of my childhood days.
However, my favourite meal that we share as a community consists simply of bread, wine and God’s presence and forgiveness. Gathered around the altar, we are united with all of the saints who have gone before us into God’s keeping. Holy Communion feeds us with a foretaste of the feast to come.
Isaiah, who lived in a time of food scarcity and famine, describes a joyful banquet atop Mount Zion, where all God’s people will be welcomed and well-fed. There has been no place set for disgrace or mourning at this table because God, who has triumphed over all other forces, is our heavenly host.
Gracious God, help us to savour the goodness of this life until the day when we feast in paradise with you. Amen. — KLS