Genghis Khan?

Last night I started reading Genghis Khan: And the Making of the Modern World by Jack Weatherford.

You may be wondering: why? Why would a United Methodist pastor who blogs about meals to nourish body and soul be reading a book on Genghis Khan?

One reason I am reading this book is because I was given a gift card to a bookstore. As I looked through the store, this book caught my eye. I thought, "Gee, I don't know a lot about Genghis Khan. This could be interesting."

I never considered how this book would intersect with my life.

Until last night.

Weatherford describes a particularly precarious moment in the life of the great conqueror. His father has been killed, and the young boy's very existence is in jeopardy. His mother was an outsider who depended on the clan -- not only for her own survival, but also for the survival of her young children.

Weatherford writes: "The message that she was no longer a part of the band came to her, the way Mongols always symbolize relationships, through food. In the spring, when two old crones, the widows of a previous khan, organized the annual ceremonial meal to honor the family's ancestors, they did not inform Hoelun (Ghengis Khan's mother), thereby cutting her off not only from the food itself but from membership in the family. She and her family were therefore left to feed and protect themselves. As the clan prepared to move down the Onon River toward summer grounds, they planned to leave Hoelun and her children behind." (p. 19)

Centuries later, in a very different time and place, we also symbolize relationships through food. We symbolize our relationships with God, with family, with friends, with enemies, with complete strangers, through food. With whom do we eat? Who is seated at table with us? Who is excluded?