This week, our church remembered and celebrated the life of one of our members who passed away over the weekend. Following our usual practice, the deacons served a meal in the fellowship hall after the service. Two lines of people with plate and flatware in hand patiently made their way down either side of a long row of tables crowded with dishes of food that people had brought to the kitchen before the service. Whipped jello salad with marshmallows, tossed salads, macaroni and cheese, cold cuts, cheese, rolls, meatballs and sauce in a crockpot, creamed vegetable casseroles, scalloped potatoes, several varieties of beans, oven-roasted chicken, lasagna, and more (including dessert!) provided an overwhelming abundance. The sanctuary just about filled up for the memorial service, and nearly everyone in attendance stayed for the meal. There was plenty for everyone.
Nothing speaks of Christian fellowship quite like a church potluck dinner, especially when it follows a funeral. There is never a shortage of food. There is never a shortage of hands in the kitchen to make sure the near-empty dishes are replaced by more food, the tables are set, and the drinks are easily accessible. Nor is there a shortage of spirit. I do not recall ever being at a post-funeral church meal where people were quiet and reserved. They’ve all just been to a worship service honoring a loved one who has passed from this life to the next. They’ve cried, they’ve laughed, they’ve sung of their faith, they’ve drawn strength from scripture, and they’ve been reminded of our belief that God has conquered death through Christ. We come to these long tables full of lovingly prepared food after we have celebrated the gift of life and the promise of resurrection. The sadness has not receded, nor the grief diminished. But we have drawn strength from one another, knowing that death is never the last word, however it comes. We have affirmed that our bond with one another is stronger than death’s power. We are a people gathered by God’s loving arms. God has committed to be with us for better and for worse. And now, in this time of need, God feeds us in abundance. The meal we share is communion in the deepest sense of the word. This is why grieving family members come away from the table with broad smiles. They have received more than comfort. They have been nourished by the strength of God’s love expressed in the body of Christ.
