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The kitchen table. This is my space. I love life around the table. It fills my spirit and replenishes my soul. I love the harmony of the conversations that happen here and the food that nourishes. There is nothing better to me than a table full of people.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

The area around the table is sacred. This is where burdens are laid down and shared; a place for rest and refueling. We have all heard the studies that show children are more successful when families spend time around the table. Life is lived here.

When I think of Jesus' table I see a bunch of mix-matched chairs. You know the trend today: a farmhouse-style table and chairs that do not match set around it. That's Jesus' table. Nothing matches. Nothing really makes sense. But, it's perfect.

I recently had someone ask if they belonged around a certain "table." You see, the table isn't just set in your kitchen. The table is available in many areas of our lives. This person wants to be a part of a conversation but feels that maybe, just maybe, her story doesn't fit amongst the matchy-matchy chairs.

Jesus never told us to come to him when we have our lives all together. He didn't invite us to dinner once we've figured all this theology out. He didn't require us to go through some sort of ceremony cleansing us of all the world's ick before we sit down. He actually did quite the opposite.

He invites us to come when we are weary. When we feel heavy. When we are burdened. He is not sitting at the head of the table with his gavel ready to judge. Instead, he is somewhere in the crowd around the table ready to love, give rest, and let us feel his gentle touch.

Everyone is welcome around the table. Everyone is invited. This is the whole purpose of why Jesus came. He did not come for one person. He did not come for the one who has it all together. Let's be real, none of us have anything together. Exclusion are not part of his game. He came for us all (John 3:16).

Life around the table is meant to be safe. That's why children thrive when families sit down and have a meal together around the table. That's where life happens, where fears are released, where souls are healed. The table is a sacred space where we are all welcome. Jesus invites us to come, sit, and let our burdens go. He saves us a seat next to him because he knows that's where we belong.

He came with his mix-matched chairs and set the table for you. For me. Will you come?

Love & Blessings,
Meg

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