The Welcome Table
Sharon December 13th, 2008
I’m going to sit at the Welcome Table – hallelujah! I’ll sit at the Welcome Table one of these days.
I’m going to feast on milk and honey, hallelujah! I’ll feast on milk and honey one of these days.
All God’s children gonna sit together, hallelujah! All God’s children gonna sit together one of these days. - Traditional Spiritual “River Jordan”
I don’t think it is overstating the case to say that a lot of us are feeling powerless right now. Most of what’s going on in the world is not something we have power over. Most of us rightly try not to let that stop us – that is, we try to claim what power we can as often as we can. So even though we know it might not help, we talk to our representatives, we give money, we demonstrate. But at some level, most of us are living through events that we are powerless to control, through a history that will sweep us along with it. Frankly, this sucks.
All of us need to devote some energy to fighting battles that will probably be lost, simply because we have an obligation to fight the good fight. But most of us can’t live on a steady diet of tilting at windmills – we also need to do work where we know we can accomplish something, and where we know we matter. That’s why I talk about ordinary, simple things like dinner – which, of course, has already ceased to be simple for many people. We need to win some, even as it seems like we are overwhelmingly losing much of what we value.
And here, I think is something that we can win, and desperately need - the recreation of the welcome table. I think one of the things that most surprised me once I became an an adult with a table of her own and the capacity to put some food on it was how rarely most of us actually sit down and eat with our friends, our extended family, our community. Heck, most of us don’t sit down together even as a whole family that often, much less invite guests.
I think part of the problem is that we are so terribly intimidated by the idea of “entertaining” in the Emily Post/HGTV sense. All you have to do is to read the magazines in the supermarket check-out line around this time of year (the one month of the year we actually do have people over) to realize that “entertaining” is one heck of a project – you have to have little bits of smoked salmon in cream puffs shells with lemon-thyme creme fraiche. You are supposed to have fancy dishes and multiple courses and serve meals that cost enough that you have to take out another mortgage on your house.
Now there is a real place for the occasional lavish feast – it isn’t something we invented yesterday, the idea that you might save up the best foods for a celebratory display has a long history. But so too does something other than “entertaining” – the sitting down together at a meal with others to whom you are tied. – just a plain and ordinary meal, which is celebratory not because of what’s in it, but because of who is at it. And the more we watch famous people show off their homes, cleaned by underpaid minions and their elaborate buche de buttercreams (and yes, I think it is fun to make this stuff sometimes too), the harder it becomes for a lot of people to imagine eating a simple meal together.
They say that everyone has a mitzvah (Jewish good deed) that comes naturally to them – for me, hospitality is one of them. I like nothing better than a crowd of people eating from my table. But part of this is because I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t have to be fancy or complex – real hachnaset orchim (the mitzvah of hospitality) isn’t the creation of the most fabulous meals or the perfect environment – it is simply being welcoming. The most perfect practitioner of this I know is my friend Joe, a synagogue friend. I once joked that we were invading them, but at least we hadn’t all arrived at their home at 3 am, demanding food. Joe knew I was joking, but looked at me with absolute seriousness, and said “If you did, we’d do our best to make you welcome.”
All of us have different lives, and the creation of a welcoming table can take different forms. Kathy Harrison uses “Another Place at the Table” as the title of her lovely book on foster parenting, on the project of welcoming children in need. That’s one possibility. And there’s a real place in the world for opening the welcome table in a world of need – I used to pack extra sandwiches when I worked in downtown Boston – it wasn’t much trouble for even a graduate student living on a pittance to make another peanut butter and jelly or hummus and pickle sandwich. There were always homeless folks out, and it was a gift to be able to offer them a sandwich. The park bench I used to sit on most often was transformed – it became a table at the moment that I was able to offer food to another person.
The welcome table can be as simple as inviting an elderly neighbor to dinner, or making sure that you really sit down with your sister in law once in a while and drink tea and eat something. It can be welcoming an army of neighborhood children in for milk and cookies, or setting the church table for an army of people in need. It can be dropping that extra casserole or pie over at the family that just had a baby or lost their job. It can be taking the risk and asking someone to come eat with you – that step in a casual friendship that opens you, perhaps frighteningly, up for more.
We’ve lost the habit of the welcome table. I once taught a Hebrew School class of fifth graders about Passover, and I asked them how many of them, when the Haggadah commands them to cast open their doors and call out “let all who are hungry come and eat” actually do so? What, I asked them, would they do if someone actually tried to come in and sit down? Overwhelmingly, these children in a comfortable suburb told me that they would never really open their doors, and that if a stranger tried to enter and eat, the would be afraid. And there are perhaps some legitimate reasons for fear – but some even greater reasons for overcoming it. We are people who have learned to fear the idea of casting open our doors to others.
There are things we can only understand about one another by sitting together for a meal. Seated together, we learn about each other’s food culture – in fact, we create a food culture. Until we eat together, there are intimacies we cannot share. Eating together is a powerful way of tying our lives together. Building community depends upon it – and because so many of us are too busy, or too afraid or intimidated or simply not in the habit, we lose community and intimacy in precisely the measure that we do not share food. It is a starting point for most human connections.
Every faith that I know of has elaborate laws of hospitality, and it is worth remembering that these faiths – and the secular moral identities (for example the anarchist movement _Food Not Bombs_ takes this as a basic principle) that share their basic ground grew up not in worlds of wealth and privelege but in times of vulnerability and uncertainty, when we were far poorer than we are now. These moral systems do not emphasize hospitality because they are concerned with minutia, but because these are not minutia – the welcome table is simply the basis of strong communities and humane society. The welcome table is a source of power of which we have control. It is time to invite someone – or someone new – in to sit and eat.
Sharon
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