for feasting and all enjoyments gratefully taken are, at their heart, acts of war.
sorrow and tears, will not have the final word.
and the celebration of these blessings of food and drink and conversation and laughter
are the true evidences of things eternal,
and are the first fruits of that great glad joy that is to come and that will be unending.
And over tables laden with good things,
as we relish the delights of varied texture and flavor,
Of aromas and savory spices,
Of dishes prepared as acts of love and blessing,
Of sweet delights made sweeter by the communion of saints.
May it strike at the root of the lie that would drain life of meaning, and the world of joy, and suffering of redemption.