Invitations honor us. When others ask us to join them for a gathering, especially a meal, they invite us into their lives. Perhaps this is the reason we become a bit nervous when an invitation comes from someone we don’t know very well. This was the case not long ago when the respective parents of a wonderful young couple decided it was time to spend some quality time together. (I’ve changed their names to protect the innocent!) Though the couple’s parents had met casually a few times, they hadn’t spent an entire evening together. Since Joe and Maggie had dated for four years and an engagement seemed imminent, it was time. Joe’s parents gladly accepted Maggie’s parents’ invitation to dinner. They loved Maggie and had hoped for quite some time that the relationship would blossom into something permanent. Maggie’s parents loved Joe. They’d already made him feel like a part of their family. Still, as the evening approached, both sets of parents worried. Maggie’s parents fretted about their preparations. What would they serve? Should they cook outdoors or host a more formal dinner? Maggie and Joe sent numerous texts relaying questions and responses between households. Finally, an exasperated Joe sent a text in all caps: TELL YOUR PARENTS THAT MY PARENTS WILL EAT ANYTHING! As for Maggie, she instructed her mother to cook whatever would be easiest as she knew all of the parents would prefer to spend more time talking than eating!
When “dinner day” arrived, tension increased in both households. Maggie’s mom was certain something would be over or under-cooked, while Joe’s mom was certain she would be over or under dressed. As both fathers feigned a relaxed exterior, Maggie’s dad began to sweat a little while filling the ice bucket. Though that ice wasn’t heavy enough to draw beads of perspiration from his forehead, the thought of handing his daughter over to even the nicest of young men was very heavy indeed. Joe’s dad whistled as he selected a plaid shirt to compliment his khakis. On the inside, however, his stomach churned. A single tear fell from the corner of his eye as he pictured his son staring at Maggie as she walked down the aisle. Only Maggie and Joe remained calm as they laughed over their parents’ nervousness. After all, weren’t they the ones who should worry about the evening going well?
After completing all that she could before their guests arrived, Maggie’s mom retraced the steps of every recipe in her head. Maggie’s dad began to pace. Maggie stared wide-eyed at the two of them. Al the while, she wondered how a little dinner could reduce her wonderful and intelligent parents to bumbling ineptitude? They were a mess! Joe would share the same observation regarding his parents much later that evening. Joe’s parents were uncharacteristically quiet during the drive to dinner. Joe tried to make conversation as he sensed his parents’ nervousness. Regardless of what he asked, his mom and dad responded in single syllables, seemingly oblivious to the topic.
In spite of the worries of all concerned, dinner went perfectly well. Joe’s mom can’t recall what she wore that night. She only knows that she was perfectly comfortable. Joe’s dad enjoyed the meal, though he cannot recite the menu. Maggie’s mom isn’t sure that the meal turned out as planned, but she was pleased by the lack of leftovers. Maggie’s dad forgot the name of the wine he served, but he knew everyone enjoyed it. All of this is fine because none of those details mattered. In the end, Maggie and Joe celebrated the fact that their parents got along. Everyone who gathered at the table that evening agreed that they were in the best of company. As it has happened, these families have come together often since “dinner day” with far less complicated preparations and the same joyful outcome.
Invitations honor us. When others ask us to join them for a meal, they invite us into their live. For the past several weeks, John’s gospel has assured us that Jesus himself assumed the role of host. Rather than a single invitation to a meal, Jesus extended a lifetime of invitations to everyone within earshot. Jesus first honored his followers by welcoming them to share a few loaves and fish. Though he might have sought out a much-needed meal and some rest for himself, Jesus invited the crowds to rest and to eat with him. This was Jesus’ way with everything. He welcomed and he listened. He embraced and he healed. Everyone Jesus met along the way was invited to partake of his precious company and to embrace his life-giving way of life. Jesus nurtured the people with God’s goodness in everything he said and did and he invited his followers to do the same by loving and caring for one another.
Because they love Maggie and Joe, their parents offered and accepted that initial invitation to dinner. The result is an expanded family which continues to be nurtured by the love and care they offer one another. Because he loves us, Jesus invites us into relationships with him and with all whom we meet along the way. When we open our hearts to God’s love and to each other, we accept the best invitation of all.
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