The Feast
Before I even sit down at the Christmas table the aroma of ham with a brown sugar glaze just like Shirley made it, Aunt Carla's green been casserole and Abby's pumpkin pie invade my senses bringing back buried memories of helping in
the kitchen situating pans in the oven and then pulling them out steaming hot. The tears well up but I push them back, it is too early to get teary.
I watch my niece as she makes up plates for her kids. I
help her get them settled at the children’s table. The table seats 4,
her 3 children and one empty seat. My mother-in-law used to occupy that seat.
We could not persuade her to join the adult table, she said it kept her young. She is gone but the memory is vivid. That seat was not left
vacant on purpose but it might as well be.
We gather around the table which is decorated beautifully
with ornaments, greenery and candles. This year there are three candles, one
for each of my children who died over the last three years. Before we pray
thanking God for all the blessings of this day we stop to light the candles. “As we light
these candles let’s share things we remember about Josh, Beth, and Chris.” The
candles are lighted and many wonderful memories are shared.
Then there is a pause, I want to share but I cannot say a word for the tears have tightened my
throat. Instead I reach into a bag and pull out three small
stuffed animals. The first is a small raccoon Josh’s favorite animal, then a frog for
Beth, and lastly a giraffe for Chris. I gently place these on the table and we include them in our celebration. I miss their smiles, hugs and
laughter. I can’t keep back the tears but I have the assurance from God that
someday we will again sit at a feast together, the wedding feast of the lamb.
I sit down and use my
napkin to dry the tears then reach for Scott’s hand, the circle continues until
all hands are held around the table. We bow our heads and Scott says the
blessing.
The Christmas feast for us is a shadow of the wedding feast
of the Lamb. Christmas is the celebration of Heaven coming to earth and the
wedding feast a celebration after we enter Heaven. Both done to thank God for
sending us our redeemer.
What smells are memory triggers for you?
