serving

"For who is greater, the one who is at the table or the one who serves? Is it not the one who is at the table? But I am among you as the One who serves. You are those who have stood by me in my trials." (Luke 22:27-28)

I've been reading about The Last Supper these past few days. This morning when I read these words it felt like the first time I heard them. I was thinking about being one of the chosen few invited to dinner that night. I  couldn't help but think about my own dining room table and how insecure I feel about entertaining. I am a lot more comfortable and relaxed meeting with friends and family at a restaurant (where we are all served- and way too critical much of the time) or at their house. Plain and simple, I love to be served more than to serve others.

We were invited to some friends' house for dinner tonight. I was just thinking about this couple. We've been friends for many, many years and have shared many meals with them. I've mostly enjoyed those times at home, sitting around their table. Until just this minute I didn't realize how much they seem to really "get it" and how they so willingly humble themselves by serving others (washing their feet so to speak).

I also can't help but think about my mother-in-law, who is in her mid eighties. At every family gathering she continues to serve her adult children and grandchildren instead of letting them serve her. I am inspired by Marie, and the many people in my life who live by Christ's example.

How fitting that it is November first, the month of Thanksgiving. I want to be intentional about serving others this month and welcoming them into our home (even if it isn't perfect). So many have stood by me in my trials and it's time for me to start showing them my appreciation.