Do you crave more? Do you crave home and knowing you have a place card at God’s table with your name embroidered on it? Me too.
Yesterday I had the privilege of preaching in the strip district at Church of the Incarnation Anglican church. I adore this group of artists, musicians, poets, students, children, and professors. Gorgeous and meaningful classical music, reams of paper and colored pencils for creative meditation, ample silence, and a liturgy that’s ripe and full, never stuffy. Incarnation is planted in the middle of Pittsburgh’s foodie heaven above Bar Marco, a hipster restaurant on Bon Appetit’s top 50 list. It’s church with the muted sounds of diners just underneath. This is the perfect setting for a full theology of the table to be born.
The lectionary handed me Psalm 23 and I zoned in on verse 5: “You have spread a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.”
Early on I share Rublev’s Trinity and its invitation to join in the love of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit:
You friend, whatever you need, it’s on the table.
This is your invitation. Scoot up your chair and taste and see that He is good.
1. 21 years with my love, chocolate cake and the numbers 37 on his cake
2. After dinner walk with the sweet assertive smell of lily of the valley
3.Walking downtown with my boys coaxing their soccer balls
4. Discovering Lucy Mond Montgomery again with Madeline.
5. Marilynne Robinson’s gorgeous life-steeped prose.
6. The cards and smiles and the homemade presents of mother’s day
7. Xavier jumping flat footed in the puddles
8. Daddy’s help at bathtime
9. the privilege of good news…oh the privilege
10. coming home more and more often to my place at the table
also linking with Jen who encourages so many.