I think it would be hardest to sit near someone like Mother Teresa. She is soooo worthy to be at the Table. And my simple good deeds are so few and so insignificant, I would wonder how I got there!

I would also feel uncomfortable being near those I rejected because I didn’t think they were worthy of my time and attention in this life. Reminds me of the novel, The Clowns of God. Those who were looked down upon, were those who "made it".