Posts with the tag “messianic-banquet”

In Daddy's Little Girls, Monty James is absorbing every hit the system throws at him alone. Until he is not alone anymore. The neighborhood shows up. The witnesses refuse to testify against him. Julia walks into the wrong courtroom and cannot walk away. Nehemiah's wall was finished in community. The celebration that followed sent food to everyone who had nothing. And the vision at the center of biblical eschatology is not a series of private spiritual destinations. It is a table. A lavish banquet for all peoples. People coming from east and west and north and south to recline together with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom. Solitary religion is inconsistent with the gospel. Because the gospel ends at a table. And nobody sits alone at that one. Read the full post.  Read More

There is a seat at your grandmother's table that nobody sits in anymore. The chair that was always his, always hers. The empty place that represents a meal that is not finished yet. Every family has a version of that chair. And if you listen closely, the Lord's Supper is the Church's answer to it. Because on the night before He was crucified, Jesus did not just start a memorial. He made a promise. He said: the next time I eat and drink at this table, it will be in the kingdom. The meal is not over. The guest of honor is still coming. Read the full post.  Read More

For over a century, the Hatfield and McCoy families turned the Appalachian hills into a war zone.  Read More