For as the body is one and has many members, but all the members of that one body, being many, are one body, so also is Christ. For by one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, whether slaves or free—and have all been made to drink into one Spirit. For in fact the body is not one member but many.—1 Corinthians 12:12-14
It seemed a little unorthodox to me—to watch anything on TV other than football while the Thanksgiving turkey roasted. But the laughter erupting from the den drew me to a comfy spot between my daughter Emma and her husband Ricky’s cousin who I just met that afternoon. It seemed Family Feud was a family favorite among my newfound family. Everyone was shouting out answers left and right. Before I knew it, I was adding my own to the mix. I guess I fit in just fine.
I glanced around the room at all the smiling faces and couldn’t help but notice how diverse the group was – white, black, Hispanic, young, old. Not the traditional family I was used to. Nor the traditional Thanksgiving. But things were changing in my biological family. My aging parents were no longer up to hosting a celebration for 50 family members. It was time for something different. So I invited them to a celebration with my children and their families on Wednesday. That left Thursday open for me to accept the invitation to tag along with Emma and Ricky to celebrate with his family. So here I was—now part of another family. Truly. For Hispanics mean it when they say, “Mi casa es su casa” (My house is your house).
“Name something that is wasted,” boomed Steve Harvey, host of the Family Feud.