On the backside of our kitchen cabinets, are 3×5 cards with “last meal” requests. A ‘last meal’ is the meal you want if you only have time for one more meal. Tim, Dorothy, and Laura all want Mrs. T’s country-fried steak, rice, and gravy. Louisa wants mozzarella cheese sticks from Provino’s. John Robert wants Veal Marsala and a bowl of Fruity Pebbles for dessert. ET wants Italian, and Ike wants a rib-eye steak. The cabinet doors aren’t limited to family: Davita loves squash casserole, she doesn’t like seafood, and Keri doesn’t like to ‘see’ onions. We have these notes because when our children and friends come to visit, Tim and I want to love them well. We want them to know we deeply care about them. The notes are written because we need help remembering. Jesus shared His last meal with us. He wrote it down, and He told us to remember. Jesus told us to remember that His body was broken for us; that His blood was poured out for us. And Jesus said that whoever receives this meal, the free gift of His life, they will eat again with Him in eternity. Not just a last meal but a never-ending feast.
– Virginia Thompson