Down We Go: Big Tables Where Everyone Eats


“… as we enter into this season of holidays and feasting, my hope is that we’d not just dream about them, but actually work at setting wild, crazy, beautiful, eclectic tables of all shapes and sizes where there’s room for everyone.

By Kathy Escobar | Twitter: @kathyescobar

How many of you have had the experience of having to sit at the rickety card table set up in the overflow space for the special holiday meal? It’s for the people who can’t fit at the “nice table,” like the kids or late-comers to the party. I know some people prefer to sit there, so this metaphor might be a stretch, but when I think about life on the margins and downward mobility, this is an image that often comes to mind.

To me, the rickety card table set up during thanksgiving dinner represents getting “the scraps,” a sometimes subtle, sometimes direct message that says, “We’re glad you came, but there’s really no room for you to sit with us.”

In my current life situation, I am not marginalized in many ways.  I am married, white and have a graduate school education, health insurance & a host of other privileges. But when it comes to being a female lead pastor from an evangelical world, I know the feeling of sitting at the card table in the family room while a whole bunch of men are eating at the fancy table. It’s a very inadequate feeling. And while over the past few years I have come to accept its realities and lean on the wonderful love and acceptance I do have (and now, honestly, I’m having way more fun sitting at the card table) it still feels sad to me–the subtle segregation, the power differentials–especially in the kingdom of God.

Many people I know are used to sitting at the card table. They’ve always lived on the margins socioeconomically, practically, spiritually and in all kinds of other ways.  They’ve never been invited to the big table, ever. They are used to eating scraps and being satisfied with anything they can get.

In the kingdom of God, the table is supposed to be big, and I do mean big Our tables should have room for everyone–the fringers, the lonely, the doubters, the certain, the poor, the rich, the educated, the uneducated, men, women, gay, straight, black, white, brown, young, old, liberal, conservative and everything in between. When there’s not enough room at the current one, we’re supposed to get up and find some leaves and pull up as many chairs as we need.

And I don’t think the big fancy one is supposed to be the centerpiece. In fact, I think what’s supposed to happen is everyone who’s been used to the fancy table needs to get up and go sit around the card table and listen to the conversations there. To eat on a plastic plate for a while and use a paper napkin. To listen, learn and find that even though we seem so different, in the end we’re all really longing for the same things–to love and be loved, to give and to receive.   

Maybe, over time, what will happen is those two tables–and all the other kinds that seem to segregate and separate us–will somehow be muddled up and combined, chairs shifted around, the china mixed with the plasticware and all the neat and tidy decorations can become not so neat and tidy anymore.

We have much to learn about how deep the grooves are in the culture we live in, not just in the world, but also in the church. Since the beginning of time we have been divided and segregated. Power has been held in the hands of people who have not done well at distributing it. Dignity has been stripped, voices silenced, pain minimized and poverty perpetuated. The only way out, in my opinion, is through brave and wild steps taken in Jesus’ love–in actions not words–to shift the dynamics of the table and diffuse power in new ways.

This will take humility and courage for all of us.

It will take prayer, asking God to show us where we fit into the change.

Do we need to make more room at our tables? Do we need to be the ones to throw new parties with new people who need to begin to know each other despite their differences? Do we need to bravely pull up a chair and participate in conversations we’re not used to having? Do we need to be the ones who scooch the different tables together and start passing out food?

A life of downward mobility means that we can’t keep sitting at fancy tables while our friends are at rickety card tables. We’ve got to figure out ways to be together, eat together, learn together, laugh together, build the kingdom of God together.

So, that’s my hope as we enter into this season of holidays and feasting: that we’d not just dream about them, but actually work at setting wild, crazy, beautiful, eclectic tables of all shapes and sizes where there’s room for everyone. That the people sitting there are humble, spiritually poor and ready for some really good food–the kind that only tastes good when it’s shared together.


Image credit: Chairs2, by Peter Gustafson

Kathy Escobar
Kathy Escobar co-pastors The Refuge, a Christian community and mission center in North Denver. A trained spiritual director, speaker, and advocate, she also blogs regularly about life and faith at and is the author of Faith Shift and Down We Go—Living out the Wild Ways of Jesus. A mom of 5 young adults and teens, she is married to Jose and lives in Arvada, Colorado.
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  1. Love this post!! I’ve been at the card table and often feel that it is where the real party is happening!!

    We just started Sunday dinners at our house. Wish I could set up tons of tables but for now we all find a space to claim and gather ourselves around food and conversation. Fellowship and meaningful connection is our goal.

    So interesting how the bible uses feast imagery about heaven, where there is room at the table for all. Def want to bring a bit of heaven down into our Sunday dinners as we seek to enlarge our table as much as our house can handle!!

    Love your wisdom kathy!!

  2. oh kathy. your words move me to action. i’m searching and praying for ways to make room in my small little world of motherhood and all that goes along with it. i often sit back and think what can i do with three little ones? what is my calling? how can i reach them? i am thankful for your words and know full well god is at work and he will do great things through big and small acts of love. so we will start small and honor him in the little things.

    your words truly invoke a desire deep within!
    thank you.

    • thanks melissa for taking time to share. i hope somehow i always communicate that everything doesn’t have to be big or completely-of-reach but there are small little ways we can each consider “what does this look like for me, with my current situation, the ages of my kids, etc.” peace to you as you raise those little ones to care for others. small acts of love go a long way. enjoy every minute, too, i still can’t believe i have two out of the house now in college and 3 growing up right before my eyes.

  3. says:

    Beautiful! We’ve hosted 25 years of “big tables for faculty” and friends during the Christmas season. Over time, many have lost a spouse, health, retired, etc. Yet the connections around the table* continue and this has become a significant part of celebrating Christ.

    Our tables have morphed, too. We started with 2 rectangular dining tables. Then we moved to a bigger space. I bought 60″ rounds (seats 9 in a pinch) and found that conversation flowered completely differently without people at the head and foot. Then I bought 3 – 72″ rounds (seats 11 in a pinch) @$25 (restaurant closing).

    I love to decorate in anticipation: each year past guests are invited; we add newcomers according to the seats available after RSVP come in. We read the Christmas story (11 readers by script) and sing hymns between readings. I enjoy reading guest book entries from current and past years. God has been faithful as we’ve set a big table.

  4. Monica T Smith says:

    Thank you for saying, “It will take prayer, asking God to show us where we fit into the change.” As an African-American woman who has spent her entire life (52 years) trying to fit in and never feeling that way, I realized this week that God never intended for me to fit in. As a child and all through college I was usually the first or one of a few. This was simply God’s method of preparation for me to carry out the ministry He has laid on my heart – one where I gladly, graciously and intentionally reach out to the ones who are relegated to the card table and invite them like King David did to Mephibosheth to always dine at the King’s table. I prefer inclusion versus qualification and pray that more Christians will let go of their expectations, perspectives and standards and dine with any and everyone. All of us were created to know and have God’s best and no one should be kept from it.

    Be blessed,

    • thanks monica. i just read the mephibosheth story a few weeks ago, too. so good. i believe in all kinds of ways that those on the margins are the ones who will lead the way. peace and courage to you, sister.


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