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.
