Sunday, July 7, 2013

Dear God,

There is something extraordinary about being invited to your communion table on Sunday mornings.  Me, you mean me, I think to myself.  Yes, me and everyone else.  We're all equal before you.  Some may carry more baggage than others to the table but it doesn't matter, the invitation is for all.

As I walked down the aisle toward the table, I put my hands together, palms up.  I wanted to show you my desire to partake.  I cleared my soul, tossed out the obstacles and clutter that would prevent me from eating and drinking the spiritual food.  By the time it was my turn to receive the bread from the pastor, I was ready to kneel at the rail to receive the wine.  As I quietly and slowly took in your gifts, my soul was warmed, my spirit was revived, and my heart was grateful.

Although this was my first time at this church and I didn't know anyone, I felt like family with them and all those who gathered for the spiritual meal.  It was like one huge table with places for all of us.  I had the sense of our community oneness around the world and the fact that we were all different made it all the sweeter that we were the same at the table.

Generous God,
thank you
for your blessing,
for your gifts
of love
and grace.
Thank you
for including me
as one
of your own.
I am
indeed blessed.
I pray
I will be
a blessing
to you
and to others.

Love, Andrea