A Table Blessing

Last Wednesday, as the temperature dropped into the twenties, we hosted an informal outdoor service of Thanksgiving.  It was a bit chaotic — what with children trying to keep warm and make s’mores and parents keeping toddlers from lurching out of their strollers into the firepit — but we had an opportunity to verbalize thanks for blessings and sing some songs.  Then we all ran inside to warm up and chat.

I read this passage from Robert Farrar Capon’s The Supper of the Lamb:

May your table be graced with lovely women and good men. May you drink well enough to drown the envy of youth in the satisfactions of maturity. May your men wear their weight with pride, secure in the knowledge that they have at last become considerable. May they rejoice that they will never again be taken for callow, black-haired boys. And your women? Ah! Women are like cheese strudels. When first baked, they are crisp and fresh on the outside, but the filling is unsettled and indigestible; in age, the crust may not be so lovely, but the filling comes at last into its own. May you relish them indeed… May there be singing at our table before the night is done, and old, broad jokes to fling at the stars and tell them we are men.

We are great, my friend; we shall not be saved for trampling that greatness under foot… Come then; leap upon these mountains, skip upon these hills and heights of earth. The road to Heaven does not run from the world but through it. The longest Session of all is no discontinuation of these sessions here, but a lifting of them all by priestly love. It is a place for men, not ghosts—for the risen gorgeousness of the New Earth and for the glorious earthiness of the True Jerusalem.

Eat well then. Between our love and His Priesthood, He makes all things new. Our Last Home will be home indeed.

2 Responses to “A Table Blessing”

  1. beth

    Oh, how I love that book. Great quote. I know my outer crust is not so lovely, but I do hope my filling is coming into its own!

    On another note, have you read Andrew Shank’s latest piece. I think you would appreciate it.

    Hope the Advent season is full of joy at the Keller house!


  2. dana

    Gosh, what a great quote. It makes me want to read this book even more and the comment about the cheese strudels made me giggle. Sounds like a beautiful Thanksgiving tradition.


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