andrew had a history assignment (or maybe literature) where he was given 6 guests to host at a dinner party. these guests were politicians, lawyers and leaders in history. two open seats remained and he could invite anyone that he wanted. however, there was one caveat….. these guest had to relate to one another. his grade was based on this question: why did you seat these guest next to one another?
what a fun writing assignment. or matching assignment. it was really difficult for me to let go of the reins on this one. but i did. andrew wrote that the sparks of their conversation came from the similarities of each career path. that, i suppose, was a safe write. a bit boring to my view. but 4th grade safe. group the politicians. native american advocates. and so on. it was like playing the memory match game…and flipping cards over to find two alike.
yesterday, this sparked a conversation between todd and i that some of the people who have challenged and expanded us in profound ways are now up in heaven. so he asked… when you get to heaven…who would you like seated at your table? i paused for a few minutes…this was a good question. he smiled..full dimpled and all. he could tell i didn’t like that it was a box question, having to pick only 8……
first all, i explained that there would be no round tables in heaven. there would be a long banquet table, that would continue on beyond eye’s view. eating outside on a meadow that keeps meandering would hold a bit of mystery of just who is eating further down the way. if it was allowed, i would actually not sit next to. i would sit right in the dang middle of the table, ditch the white robe for some yoga-pants and sit with my legs crisscross applesauce. i hope that our conversations are as organic as the thick green grass that’s pushing up the legs of the table, making it so uneven that leonardo had to invent something right on the spot to level it out… the discussion would unearth all the lessons that i didn’t learn, or all the wisdom that i never knew. i would pace myself taking in the revelations and allow for everyone to enjoy their ravioli. i would, of course, give high-fives to each of them, as i unwrapped each eternal gift that he/she has given the world and place it so gentle in their humble hearts – reminding them how it continues to circle. before i moved down the table to meet others, i would give them each a bear hug and thank them for having their story/life find me, free me and build me up, buttercup. inflating hope and confidence to a deflated little girl from the ‘burbs of new jersey. i would carry hannah everywhere- even if she was full size. i would mentally dog-ear where Jesus was sitting – i’m assuming stalking is perfectly ok in heaven. also, i’m assuming there’s only one dialect or i would need steve jobs to invent some voice over to translate.
here’s some i hope to one day break bread with – in no order – all held in the heart….
our daughter: hannah, martin luther king, Jesus, albert einstein, mother teresa, leonardo da vinci, anne frank, margaret wise brown, coach rod, brandeis burns, dorothy day, little mem, grandmom Emma…..
so, who would be seated at your table?