I have fond memories of my grandparents, many of which occurred around their kitchen table. It was just a brown maple table, nothing fancy, nothing large, nothing expensive.  When I visited them, that is where we would spend a majority of our time.  There we talked about life and its problems.  We prayed at that table, discussed the Bible at that table, and even worshipped at that table.  We cried at that table, we laughed at that table, we ate at that table. We shared holidays at that table; I even drank my first cup of coffee at that table.

     I now realize what made the table so special was not really the table at all but the people that gathered around the table.  A table speaks of fellowship and intimacy with those you love.  In the Word of God there are many different tables, and all of them point us to communion with God.

     There is nothing like pulling up a chair at His table.  He daily prepares a meal for His people.  He lavishes goodness and grace before us and prepares a table in the presence of our enemies.  The more you eat at His table however, the more you realize the greatest part is simply being with Him.  Go ahead and pull up a seat, He’s been waiting on you to arrive!