Having worked in the food industry for much of the past two decades, Mom wanted to provide the food and make much of it herself. The guys would be in charge of the meat and baked beans. The gals would make potato salad, macaroni salad, chocolate sheet cake, and anything else deemed necessary. And the big day would be the first Saturday in August.
Two to three weeks prior to the big day, my sister and niece went shopping for groceries and supplies. And two days prior, the food prep began. Thursday was potato salad day. Friday was macaroni salad and cakes day, along with setting up tables and chairs and decorating the venue.
And then it was Saturday! Time to welcome and get acquainted or reacquainted with family from towns and cities in Nebraska, South Dakota, Minnesota, Missouri, Arkansas, and Virginia. Time to share photos and memories, laughter and life. Time to determine who has their dad’s eyes, or their mom’s smile, or which cousins have Grandma’s eyebrows or Grandpa’s hairline or nose.
And before we knew it, it was time to say, “See you next year in Missouri!” And to thank Linda and her husband Mike for inviting us all to reunion in their neck of the woods.
I’m not sure how it happened but there was a LOT of food left … I mean, a LOT of food left! I think Mom was happy to be able to share the extra food with her family.
The next day during worship as we celebrated the Lord’s Supper, I couldn’t help but wonder … could sharing the reunion food with family be anything like when we feast at Christ’s heavenly banquet? I mean, doesn’t it make sense that the banquet food Christ serves abundantly would be our favorite foods? Just like our moms would make?
Grace and peace … --Pastor Pat