Tonight I had dinner with my parents at a restaurant I don’t remember the name of or maybe never knew and can’t find online (it’s right above the A/C/E Canal stop).  Toward the end of our meal what I assume was the restaurant manager came around to each table to ask how the meal was and if we enjoyed ourselves.  I thought it was a rare, nice, and classy touch, and for that brief moment I think each table felt special, as if they had an in with the higher-ups.

So how fortunate are we, that the Lord of the feast (see John 2 and the water to wine miracle - so baller!) not only stops by our table to check in on our meal, but takes a seat at the table and engages in life with us?