July 14, 2025
By Natalie Pray
If you could host a dinner—and anyone you invited was guaranteed to come—who would you invite?
Let’s just get this out of the way.
Of course I’d want to invite God.
Or Jesus.
Or the Creator of the Universe.
But also? That’s absolutely terrifying.
Like… what can you serve the One?
He turned water into wine. He fed thousands with a few loaves and fish.
And let’s be honest—I would 100% need to hire someone else to host it.
Preferably someone calm.
Someone who wouldn’t spiral over whether the plates match or accidentally overshare something deeply personal over the appetizers. 😂
But once the panic faded…
I think I’d want to sit at the table with Him.
Not the Sunday School version.
Not the thunder-and-lightning, keep-your-hands-folded version.
Just Jesus.
The One who weeps.
The One who laughs.
The One who eats with people who feel messy, unworthy, and exhausted from trying so hard.
I’d ask questions like:
Am I doing okay?
What was all of that for?
Is my son going to be alright?
What would You say to me if I stopped performing and just listened?
And maybe I wouldn’t want to sit alone.
I’d invite my mom.
My son.
The people I love but don’t always know how to reach.
We wouldn’t be trying to impress anyone.
No masks. No fixing. No proving.
Just resting in the presence of Someone who sees straight through us—
and stays anyway.
And maybe—just maybe—I’d realize something:
The table has already been set.
Jesus has been with me in my journal pages.
He’s written into my tattoos.
He’s been there in the quiet grief and the loud, stubborn hope of my life all along.
Maybe this dinner isn’t something I’m waiting for.
Maybe I’ve already been invited.
Your turn:
If you knew they’d come—who would you invite to the table?
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