“The focus of our days is the dinner table, whether, as often happens in the winter nowadays, it is just Hugh and me or I am cooking for a dozen or more. When the children were in school I didn’t care what time we ate dinner as long as we ate it together. If Hugh were going to be late, then we would all eat late. If he had to be at the theatre early, we would eat early. This was the time community (except for the very small babies) gathered together, when I saw most clearly illustrated the beautiful principle of unity in diversity: we were one, but we were certainly diverse, a living example of the fact that like and equal are not the same thing.”
-Madeleine L’Engle, Glimpses of Grace (emphasis added)
I don’t have much time to write lately because of a swamp of school work, but I found this worth sharing. This is sort of the ideal I hold up of my family in ten or fifteen years – gathered around dinner, discussing sports, theology, nature, literature, and whatever interests my children will quite literally “bring to the table” of which I now have no concept. It is a daunting goal, but the beauty of this “unity in diversity” makes me want to strive towards it.
More on this as relates to communal living beyond the family later, perhaps.