Everyone handles it differently - the need to seat an unusually large number of people. In our little apartment, we pull out every barstool and storage bench and line the living room walls as people awkwardly balance a plate on their knee. Adam's family is the sort to bring out folding tables and folding chairs, spreading people throughout the house if necessary, but also ensuring that everyone has an actual chair at some sort of an actual table.
It's interesting to see how different people translate hospitality - whether that's I will gladly sit on the floor, and you're welcome to sit on my floor with me comfortability or we will empty the church fellowship hall of folding furniture in order to seat everyone properly deference. As long as there's an open and inviting metaphorical table, I don't really think the actual seating arrangements are that important.
Like today: my grandparents, parents, in-laws, and Littles (and Adam and I) gathered to share a grateful meal together. There wasn't a lot of scrambling for seats (both Littles were perched on a corner of the table on folding chairs, but they had the only provisional seating), but that wasn't the point. We laughed - talked - complimented all those who had a hand in the cooking - went back for seconds - and all felt warmly welcomed and graciously included.
I want to live willing to fill every empty chair and delighted to accept someone's invitation to join them on their floor - focusing on community, grace, and gratitude, and laying aside criticism, pride, and entitlement... to bring others to my table with the same attitude that Jesus invites us to His.
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