At a table with a friend,
time’s memories come in haste.
In his eyes with a smile,
fear’s tight fists ease their embrace.
In his words with no guile,
life’s loose ends find their place.
For this life with its end,
love’s sure hope rises in his face.
Meaningful life does not come via a powerful person we happen to know but through a weak and powerless friend who freely gives of himself.
How often do we boast of the rich and powerful people we have brushed up against or met in a chance encounter? And yet, these are not the people who can really shape us or give definition to life. The people who define us are those who may not have money or fame to give but who freely give of themselves. And we do not have to go looking for these people or stand around hoping they will notice us. They are right in front of us. They live all around us. They are the weak and wounded, the broken and powerless. We miss them while we stand craning our necks to see the famous person pass by or when we pretend to be the rich and powerful. Meaningful life comes as we find each other at Christ’s table, offering life to each other. In such humility and friendship, we give and receive from one another the transforming life of Christ.