The table is a great revealer…
If I will sit at the table long enough to hear another person’s heart beat…
The air was heavy with unspoken words and hearts. It was the last event planning meeting before the big day. I couldn’t understand this atmosphere, this unspoken pain.
My bridal party seemed to be in unspoken pain.
We gathered at the table to go through the details of the Wedding day but hearts weren’t in the planning.
The unspoken was stronger…
I gathered coffee, some cake and offered it to the party. It’s morsel’s filling in the unspoken spaces.
As the family sat at the table, it wasn’t long before the heart began to reveal itself.
The table was working its magic.
The bride’s father had bruised his little girls heart. She wanted, and needed to hear her daddy’s blessing at the reception but her daddy was refusing.
Angry, hurt and choosing to withdraw the bride was miserable.
All of a sudden the table exploded with accusation and misunderstanding.
The intensity of love like a rocket exploding.
It careened around the table exploding and hurting, firing and misfiring but underneath all of this was a passion for one another, a desire for oneness, a heart for love.
They quieted, having run out of emotion and words.
Locked in difference and misunderstanding.
I love what Jesus said, “If you enter your place of worship and, about to make an offering, you suddenly remember a grudge a friend has against you, abandon your offering, leave immediately, go to this friend and make things right. Then and only then, come back and work things out with God.”
Before this family made sacred promises to each other they needed to work out this pain, this difference. They needed the warmth of understanding, of listening, of seeing one another.
I asked the father, “Are you not wanting to give the speech because you are afraid you will cry in giving your little girl her blessing?”
The father’s eyes welled up with tears.
“I have a speech ready and its written, ” his hands fumbling for a peace of paper. “But I know I can’t read it. I’ll just cry.” By this time he’s blowing his nose in a hankie and crying his heart out.
Everyone began to understand.
It wasn’t that the father didn’t want to bless his little girl it was that his love was so great he couldn’t get the words out.
In a moment the family were all hugging and crying, whispering their love for one another.
The atmosphere changed and love reigned supreme.
The table had revealed her mystery yet again.
Human hearts had found each other again.