Dear Friends in Christ
As summer drifts us this way and that, still we come together week by week to pray, to encourage one another, to remind ourselves of the grace of God. As I reflect on that gift of presence, I offer you not my own words, but a poem that Joy Hendershot was generous to share with me earlier this summer.
We come to the Communion table; we are many or we are few.
Those in the winter of life move more slowly, even shuffling at times. We use pews for support or perhaps a cane is needed as well.
But we come.
Sometimes we are bent over with age or infirmity, but that doesn’t deter us.
We still come.
Those in the summer of life move confidently with steady legs. No need of canes or pews for support. It is not yet their time.
We of spring are so full of life we can hardly contain ourselves. We walk fast, sometimes even run! Always in a hurry, many things to get done.
We all come.
And finally the babies, cradled in a parent’s arm. Some smile, some sleep, and some stare in wonderment and awe.
We all come.
We come to be fed, to be nourished and renewed. Our need is great, and our belief is strong.
It is just a piece of bread and a sip of wine, but we are filled. Filled by God’s sacrifice for us and by His all-encompassing love for us all.
All the seasons of life –
we all come.