We come to the table.
We come from far and wide. Left and right. Up and down.
From sorrowful valleys and joyous mountain tops, we come.
Because the table was set long ago,
And continues to be set every new day.
There is a place for everyone at this table,
And their seat was made, not by anything other than grace.
As UKirk’s Student Minister, I have found that setting the table for communion has a special significance for me, knowing people have been setting this table in the exact same way for thousands of years.
There is just something so powerful about the mundane acts of moving a table in the middle of some chairs, dressing that table in cloth, lighting candles, breaking bread, and pouring some juice in a cup, because we know what it really means.
I get to set the table for others that has been and continues to be set for me more times than I can count.
When life intercedes and I feel doubt, when pain is stronger than I know how to bare, when I don’t know where to go, the table is there. And we are invited to take a seat.