Elbows on the Table: Simple Ways to Make Gathering Fun

By Judy Russell

Are you afraid to have people in your home for dinner? Overnight? The Bible tells us to offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.

In the early years of marriage and ministry, hospitality wasn’t Judy’s strongest gift. But over the years, she practiced and became good at hospitality and entertaining. There have been some funny and edifying times around the Russell table. As well as times that were somewhat nerve racking.

This book is full of stories about hospitality and entertaining. Everyone is real. Included are lots of little tips, tricks and recipes to make entertaining more pleasurable and hopefully to erase the fear one may have about extending hospitality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Sep 2, 2022
• ISBN: 9781664274617

Judy Russell

Faith played a major role in Judy Russell’s life since childhood. With a degree in classical piano performance, she played for over 40 years at worship services, for choirs, ensembles and soloists. Judy and Bob married 57 years ago. Bob was pastor for 40 years at Southeast Christian Church in Louisville, Kentucky. Two married sons; Rusty, a pastor, and Phil, a police officer. Seven grandchildren, three who are married, and one great grandchild round out their family. Judy enjoys Bible study, reading, photography, and digital scrapbooking. Her greatest joy? Entertaining, of course. Hundreds have graced their home for meals, dinners, overnights, and parties. Over the past 17 years, more than 1000 ministers have put their elbows on the Russell’s table.

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Endorsements

Judy Russell writes from a deep and intimate relationship with God, who invites us all to His table of grace. Having lingered long, and with much laughter, at Judy’s long table with her family, I found the same joy, the same hospitality, the same welcoming Jesus on these pages. Judy’s heartwarming stories and her winsome wisdom is a feast for the soul!

—Ann Voskamp, author the New York Times Bestsellers, The Broken Way and One Thousand Gifts

It has been my joy to know Judy and Bob Russell for over a couple of decades. It has been my greater joy to sit at their table. I am a beneficiary of Judy’s kind hospitality. We are grateful that she has gone to the time and effort to compile these invaluable stories and memories. They will be treasured for generations to come.

—Max Lucado, pastor and bestselling author

"The root of hospitality is hospital, and that is exactly what being a guest in Judy Russell’s home is—a healing experience for mind, body, and spirit. As a physician, friend, and appreciative guest, I can attest that fellowship around the Russell’s table offers medicine our world desperately needs."

—Matthew Sleeth, MD, executive director of Blessed Earth and author of Hope Always: How to Be a Force for Life in a Culture of Suicide

"Having experienced Judy Russell’s grace-filled hospitality countless times, I can’t think of anyone more qualified to write this book. Elbows on the Table reveals that the core of all hospitality lies not in striving for perfection—but in expressing God’s love to all who sit around our tables. Or as Judy puts it, people over perfect. This book is well-written, funny, touching, and full of practical wisdom. Buy it by the case and distribute it widely!"

—Rebecca Manley Pippert, author of Stay Salt and Out of the Salt Shaker

Romans 12:13 entreats us to practice hospitality." With her trademark humility, honesty, and humor, Judy shares decades of practical wisdom on how to be a thoughtful and loving host. Elbows on the Table is a must-read for anyone seeking to transform their home into a place of shalom."

—Nancy Sleeth, managing director of Blessed Earth and author of Almost Amish: One Woman’s Quest for a Slower, Simpler, More Sustainable Life

Judy’s book is a must read for anyone intimidated by the idea of hospitality. It is charming and inspirational. Wisdom, humor and charm fill this book and will have you throwing open your doors to practice the art of hospitality. I highly recommend it.

—Angela Correll, Co-Founder, Wilderness Road Hospitality, Author of the May Hollow Trilogy

"I’m blessed to call Judy a dear friend and mentor. Her unshakable dedication to her husband Bob during the many decades of his ministry became her own as well, not only regarding Southeast Christian Church, but also with her Sweet Spirit Singers, women’s ministry, and The Living Word Bookstore—all the while being a mother, grandmother, and devoted friend.

A fellow Butter Babe—we Babes call Judy Butter Superior" as we all know she’s the Queen of Hospitality—so who better to write a book on it? Judy’s taught me and many others how to hunt and gather. This is one of dozens of ideas on hospitality you’ll gain from reading this book, plus, don’t miss the recipes! Tears of laughter and joy just may splash onto your book.

"Getting a peek into the Russell’s lives around their dinner table is an added bonus. Elbows on the Table will be an invaluable resource you’ll return to time and time again. The extra elements on faith and prayer woven throughout Judy’s life are heartwarming, inspirational, and an encouragement to us all to pray about everything."

—Elizabeth Hoagland, author of Let’s Be Friends—What My Sister-Friends Taught Me About Faith, Food, and Fun

ELBOWS

on the

TABLE

Simple Ways to Make Gathering Fun

Judy Russell

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Dedication

Thank you to my sweet husband, Bob, who has patiently read these pages many times and encouraged me not to quit.

To my son Rusty and his family: thank you for waiting with patience, teasing and encouraging me to continue, and loving me.

And to my son Phil and his family, who have lived a lifetime in the shadow of parents and grandparents and yet encouraged and always loved me.

Thank you, each one. I love you all dearly.

In Honor of Debbie DePorter

This book is in honor of my friend, Debbie DePorter, who was a gal that said yes to entertaining and hosting guests often. Her husband Eugene, is our churches’ pastor for new church plants throughout America. Debbie and Eugene hosted ministers and missionaries that came to visit our church for years.

They hosted small groups, class parties, and Bible studies. People loved being in their home, and Debbie loved people.

Sadly, Debbie battled cancer. Yet she still worked and served, loving on folks and opening her door often.

Debbie is home with Jesus today. I’m sure she is helping to greet and host people coming through the gates of Heaven. I look forward to sharing with her again. I miss you, Debbie.

A Tribute to Preachers Wives

I never wanted to marry a preacher. Growing up across the street from our small church and watching how some church members treated the preacher, I didn’t want that for my life. But I fell in love with a man called to preach. When he asked me to marry him, I said yes.

Here I am, 57 years later, writing about hospitality. And guests are coming for dinner in three hours. Once again, I said yes.

To be honest, we’ve had a wonderful life. In my wildest dreams, I never would imagine all the places we’ve traveled and the people we’ve met. Hundreds of preachers, missionaries, college kids, authors, politicians, sports figures and special people that walked through our front door. The hundreds of people who graced us by putting their elbows on our table. I’m glad I said yes to being a preacher’s wife.

But it’s not always been easy. There have been countless hours of serving with my husband, caring for our children and volunteering at the church. Most people don’t have a clue what preacher’s wives and their families do. You seldom hear a thank you be spoken. It’s easy to get frustrated when you are expected to do everything.

We know we’re supposed to be supportive and respectful of our husband but sometimes it’s difficult.

Pastor’s wives, you are special women. There are times you said yes to a specific task, because years ago you said yes to the man beside you. God chose you and equipped you to serve along with your husband.

Thank you for continuing to serve, even though it can be difficult enduring the tough times of ministry. Thank you for saying yes to loving your husband and thank you for respecting him, regardless of the circumstances.

Dear One, thank you for saying yes to God and following through with His plan.

I will meet you in the morning, my friend, Just Inside the Eastern Gate.*

*Albert E. Brumley

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Contents

Dedication

In Honor of Debbie DePorter

A Tribute to Preachers Wives

Introduction

Chapter 1     People Over Perfect

Chapter 2     1000 and Counting

Chapter 3     Simplest Hospitality: It’s Not Always About Food

Chapter 4     It’s More Than a Table

Chapter 5     Snow on the Mountain

Chapter 6     A Tea Party in a Maasai Hut

Chapter 7     Risky, Radical, and Generous Hospitality

Chapter 8     Around the Table

Chapter 9     Hunt and Gather for a Fuss-Free Dinner

Chapter 10   When It’s Hard to Say Yes

Chapter 11   Lizards in Mombasa

Chapter 12   Big Parties

Chapter 13   Ditching the Me Syndrome

Chapter 14   Easter Matters

Chapter 15   New Bride’s Dishes for Setting the Table

Chapter 16   Christmas Matters

Chapter 17   Memorable Dinner Parties

Chapter 18   A Dress-up Party

Chapter 19   Caring Well for Our Guests

Chapter 20   Brotherly Love: Phil and Andy

Chapter 21   Reverse Hospitality: The Laying of the Rugs

Chapter 22   Being a Good Houseguest

Chapter 23   Too Busy Not to Pray

Chapter 24   Smart Phone and Hospitality

Chapter 25   An Atmosphere of Hospitality

Chapter 26   Radical Halloween

Chapter 27   Come to the Table

Chapter 28   Mishaps in the Kitchen

Chapter 29   Between North and South

Chapter 30   And the Door Opened Wider

Chapter 31   My Grieving Friend

Chapter 32   Hospitality and Making Memories with Grandchildren

Chapter 33   Bible Stories Around the Table

Chapter 34   Ready for Interesting Guests

Chapter 35   The Blessing Jar

Chapter 36   Expressing Hospitality in Different Ways

Chapter 37   An Introduction to Hospitality for the Younger Guests

Chapter 38   Dinner Party Extraordinaire

Chapter 39   A House Guest in Unusual Circumstances

Chapter 40   Hospitality to Those Outside Your Home

Chapter 41   Party Ideas That are Simple and Fun

Chapter 42   Ideas for Quick Dinner Parties

Chapter 43   University of Kentucky Fundraiser

Afterword

Recipes

Recipes for a Crowd

Endnotes

Countless Thanks

Family Photos

Our Children’s Memories

Friends Memories

Great is Thy Faithfulness

Introduction

YES, ELBOWS ON THE TABLE

I’ve thought back over life-changing times when I said yes. Several stand out to me.

As a fifth grader, deep water terrified me, but I said yes to accepting Jesus as my Lord and Savior, and being baptized by immersion.

When I was an eighth-grader, they asked me to be the pianist at our church for worship services. I said yes.

As a junior in high school, they asked me to be the ways and mean’s chairperson for our class and raise money for our junior trip. I said yes, and we went to Washington DC.

Then I was asked to try out for the senior play. I said yes and got the supporting actress role. In college they asked me to join a girls’ trio. I said yes, and we traveled representing the school.

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It’s not the cooking

that makes a meal,

but the company.

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Our trio was singing at a yearly conference when my husband Bob spotted me. He asked me for a date, and I said yes. That yes led to a big life-changing yes when he asked me to marry him. And I was never planning to marry a preacher. Ha! God was preparing me for a ministry role all along and is still grooming me today.

In my wildest dreams, I never imagined the people we would meet, the places we would go and the experiences we’ve had.

Hundreds of preachers, friends. and family have graced our home over the years. Foreign missionaries, college students, noted authors, sports figures, and politicians have come through our front door. Even a homeless man—twice! I am overwhelmed with how many blessed us and put their elbows on our dining room table. I said yes and I am forever amazed!

When you are having guests in your home, sometimes you haven’t finished straightening things. We may have piled our coffee table with magazines and papers. And that’s okay; people are more important. Enjoy the people gathered in your home. It’s always people over perfection.

We have a lifetime of great memories with people who have put their elbows on our table. It’s not about the food, successes, or disasters, but the people.

When someone puts their elbows on your dinner table, it shows they are comfortable. They are leaning in and engaged in conversation. They are enjoying the time together. Today’s relaxed etiquette allows for elbows on the table when you and your guests are not eating.

You may ask, Have you used the ideas in this book? You bet I have! I have gathered entertaining and hospitality ideas my whole life. It started with more formal dining and has gradually changed over the years to our style today: casual, warm, and comfortable.

I’ve learned to forgo fresh flowers on the dinner table. Use plastic plates and cups for more casual gatherings. In a pinch? Grab a can of soup, and fix a grilled cheese sandwich. Stock up on cold cuts. Short on ice? Skimp on ice cubes or borrow from your neighbor. And get to know the best caterer in your city.

I’ve tucked in a few surprises—favorite family recipes, tips for parties, table settings, and more.

My prayer is you will find inspiration and encouragement. Take notes in the margins and highlight the words. Share ideas you have discovered. And keep gathering new ideas. As a result, I hope you say yes to elbows on your table.

A small plaque in our kitchen states,

It’s not the cooking that makes a meal, but the company.

CHAPTER 1

People Over Perfect

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"He must be hospitable, one who loves what is good,

who is self-controlled, upright, holy, and disciplined."

Titus 1:8, NIV

MUST EVERYTHING BE perfect for guests? Yes, ma’am, that was me. I remember a sultry, humid Sunday in Kentucky when I was overwhelmed and felt like nothing could be perfect anymore. Ever.

A Life-Changing Afternoon

After multiple worship services, Bob and I often took a Sunday afternoon nap. But neither of us rested on that specific Sunday. Instead, I toured model homes looking for decorating ideas, as there were no Pinterest boards in 1995. Bob was in a meeting at the church where he was the senior pastor.

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I discovered a

precious fact—I am

not indispensable,

and my home’s

not ideal.

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Once home, I repotted a Peace Lily, plopped in my armchair, propped my feet up, and flipped on the TV. I awakened when the remote fell from my hand. My left arm and leg tingled. I stood up and stumbled across the carpet. I knew something was not right, and desperate for help, I dialed 911.

I couldn’t get the operator to understand me.

Never mind, I’m going to my neighbor’s. I hung up the phone, not realizing I had been slurring my words.

I staggered across our yard to the neighbor’s steps. ‘Oh, Lord, they have to be here,’ I thought as I rang the doorbell and steadied myself against the wall. Joy opened the door and looked at my twisted face. She seized my arm and walked me into her front hall, motioning for me to sit on the floor. Joy began asking questions, and I tried explaining as she checked my blood pressure and called EMS.

Where’s Bob? Joy asked.

He’s at a church meeting.

Her husband Phil darted out to find him.

We heard the wailing sirens as the EMS driver sped onto our street. First responders arrived and asked questions while they rushed me to the hospital emergency room.

I suffered a stroke that affected my left side, making it hard to walk. My left hand was weak, and I lost the feeling in my fingers. Therapy, medications, and a slower-paced lifestyle sent me down a new road.

This road was marked with panic when my heart went out of rhythm. For several years, I was scared when alone, as anxiety reigned. Satan tricked me to think the worst, even though I trusted in God’s care and protection. I worked hard to concentrate on positive thinking.

My dear husband Bob was a great encourager and prayer warrior. He took me to countless doctor appointments and tests. He ran errands, picked up prescriptions and groceries, and endured my watching Martha Stewart and HGTV.

Friends, our two sons, and sweet daughters-in-law took turns staying with me. People took me to lunch, and friends brought meals and cooked at my house. People came and cleaned and did our laundry. My hairdresser came to my house to fix my hair. I am forever grateful.

My life as a multi-tasker changed as my energy level plummeted. I didn’t want to read, watch much TV, make my bed, or do laundry. I was happier staying home than going out, and my favorite thing was seeing my family—especially our baby grandson.

Six months after my stroke and an allergic reaction to the anti-seizure medication, I was doing somewhat better. Christmas was only a few weeks away. I love Christmas. But I didn’t care if the house got decorated or the tree trimmed. I wasn’t capable of decorating anymore. How blessed I am with loving friends who came to help and finish decorating.

The doctors released me to drive, but I never ventured far. Exhaustion overtook me, and I needed to rest. A long 18 months passed before I was back to my new normal. Everything was different, and our home didn’t need to be perfect. I planned to-do lists and when things got checked off, yay for me! If not, I moved the items to the next day’s page.

I discovered a precious fact—I am not indispensable, and my home’s not ideal.

My attempts at being a good preacher’s wife, mother, grandmother, sister, and friend are not perfect. Only my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is the Perfect One.

Yes, I’ve always longed for tasks done well. But after my stroke, I recognized my attempts may not be as I expected anymore. The world is not perfect. And I am far from perfect.

We have a small plaque in our kitchen that reads, ‘It’s not the cooking that makes a meal, but the company.’ Enjoy your imperfect home and love the people who walk through your door.

Tuna Casserole for Our Guest

Our first wedding anniversary in 1966 was spent moving to Louisville, Kentucky. Bob accepted the position of pastor at Southeast Christian Church, a small church full of potential. We prayed for wisdom and discernment and although excited, scared, and unsure, we said yes. God has blessed that decision ever since.

As we settled into our new apartment, Bob wanted to invite our youth pastor over for lunch. He will be our first guest to eat here.

I decided on tuna casserole ¹ and served sides of fresh peas and applesauce.

As soon as I took my first bite of casserole, I realized my mistake. Oh, no! How stupid of me.

Embarrassed and humiliated, I admitted, I’m so sorry, but I forgot to put the tuna in the casserole. I can add the tuna and put it back in the oven.

Both guys said no. They liked the cheesy filling and continued eating. My salvation? I always added lots of yummy cheese.

Our Parents Away from Home

We were young Bible college students, dating and falling in love. Bob was a youth pastor in Cincinnati, and we were hungry and always broke on Sunday nights.

As I sat through a church service one Sunday night, I glanced across the aisle, wondering if the Roots might invite us to their house for something to eat. They often invited us for peanut butter and banana sandwiches after church. If we were lucky, and if their budget allowed, they might have homemade chili with beans.

One evening Mrs. Root appeared stressed.

She said, Judy, the only thing I have for sandwiches tonight is bread and sandwich spread. But you and Bob are more than welcome to come and join us.

It’s okay, I grew up on sandwiches made with sandwich spread. It is fine with us, I responded, thinking that is better than Bob and I spending our last dollar and splitting a plain McDonald’s hamburger.

The Roots were lovely people. Mr. Root was an author and editor at a Christian publishing company. Mrs. Root, a homemaker.

We would sit around their tiny kitchen table, talk, and laugh about church, school, writing, basketball, family, and friends. Time spent