Serving Meals & Friendship

Turkey, ham, sweet potato casserole, corn pudding, candied sweet potatoes, green beans, hot rolls, and more. Picturing the table adorned with Mama’s best linen tablecloth and covered with bowls and platters of delicious food makes my mouth water. Memories of Thanksgiving meals with family brings smiles and sometimes giggles.

When I was a young girl, there were times when my family gathered with Mama, Daddy, and me to celebrate Thanksgiving. My two older sisters had married and lived in other areas. Sometimes, we traveled for hours to enjoy food, fun, and fellowship at the home of another family member. The location didn’t matter. What was most important was the opportunity to be together and give thanks to God for all His blessings.

Even when I was a young girl and had to sit at the “children’s table” for meals, I was happy to be surrounded by family.

An abundance of food and desserts were there for everyone to enjoy. After the meal was finished, a time of chatting and relaxing brought news of the happenings in the life of each person. New jobs, possible relocation to another state, shared information about cousins, aunts and uncles who couldn’t be with us, and more were some of the topics discussed.

A comfortable, familiar feeling of love and togetherness. I treasure those wonderful memories of family sharing food and love. Not everyone has an opportunity to enjoy a delicious meal at Thanksgiving. As I became an adult, I began learning various life stories of people as I began serving in the church.

On one particular Thanksgiving, our family could not be together. Travel restrictions, sickness, varying schedules and more caused us to postpone a holiday get together. My husband Alan and I heard about an opportunity to serve Thanksgiving meals at a local church. We immediately signed up and prepared to help.

The experience of serving others was not new to us. We had volunteered in many capacities over the years and were glad to help with this need. Helping at local shelters has allowed us to meet people from different backgrounds. Each person has a unique story. If the person is not asked, they may never share. Sometimes a question can lead to a meaningful discussion.

A simple smile and hello open the door to conversation and to sharing the love of Christ. There was no judgement on the people who arrived for a meal. Alan and I chatted with each person as they walked through the line. Some folks wanted every type of food offered. Others just wanted small morsels on their plate.

Each person was treated with dignity, friendship, and love. Among the folks attending the Thanksgiving meal gathering were families with children, senior citizens, veterans, and young adults. No one had to explain why they wanted a free meal. No need to discuss their situation unless the person desired to share.

When every person had a plate of food and a cup of drink, I stood back and listened. A local pastor prayed and gave thanks for the day, the food, the people, and the hands that had prepared the meal. The pastor gave thanksgiving to God for His blessings and mercy.

After the prayer, I glanced around the room. I, too, gave thanks to God for giving Alan and me the opportunity to show His love to others. This Thanksgiving, I will remember people who need physical and spiritual nourishment. I pray I will be alert for those who are in need and that I will be ready and willing to offer help.

When we serve meals and friendship, we are showing the love of Christ. We are called to love one another. How can you show His love to others at Thanksgiving and in every moment?

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.” (John 13:34 NIV)

Blessings,
Melissa Henderson