by Jessi Uran | 1-minute read

True fellowship with one’s neighbor can never be born out of the particulars. It is not hidden in twinkling café lights, elaborate bouquets, or copious amounts of candles. It doesn’t stem from a farm to table menu, soulful music, or even from fluid conversation.

Particulars alone cannot carry meaning.
So by nature, they can never foster true enjoyment with one’s neighbor.

Only when a table is set on the cloth of universal truth can any real fellowship be shared.

To look into the eyes of another immortal and declare, “We are the same.”

This is what infuses life and beauty into hospitality.

The best part?

Any time this universal is laid forth, the particulars can be linen napkins and fine china, or paper plates and pizza, and still beautifully point

to the better feast to come.