One of my favorite places in my childhood home was the kitchen table. Every morning when I would come out of my bedroom I would find my mother sitting there reading the paper and enjoying a cup of coffee. I would join her and what pursued was always an engaging conversation. Sometimes it would be about current events, sometimes about things going on in our lives and sometimes just stuff.
One of the absolute blessings of the area gatherings is how many tables I get to gather around. I have sat in cafes and coffee shops, in parish halls and community halls, at folks’ kitchen tables and at lots of holy tables.
The company is always great and the conversation is always engaging. I’ve talked with seniors about their deep history in the church. I have chatted with young people about music both inside and outside the church. I have had a whole host of conversations with folks deeply passionate about a myriad of topics.
Regardless of the company or the conversation the place that draws all of us together is our time around the holy table. It is here that, regardless of who we are or where we are on the journey, our “life and labors” our offered to the Lord.
It is truly a blessing to be able to spend so much time around all sorts of tables throughout the Episcopal Church in Minnesota.