Friday is here. Friday is my day off so taking five minutes to write is a gift this day. It's Friday and another chance to turn off the inner critic and simply write for five minutes. No over thinking, no editing, no worrying. Writing for the sake of writing.
It's just natural. I can't help but think about the crowd. As a pastor, each week I wonder who the crowds will be who attend Sunday morning worship, and whether there will be a crowd or not. I wonder who is traveling, who is sick, who has their schedules so full that even sleep is elusive. I smile thinking about the children who will brighten our days, the children who will reach out their hands in peace, the children who will be running towards the table in awe. I wonder if a new face will bless us in worship and whether they'll feel God's presence. I hold in prayer those who we don't know and those who wouldn't even think about coming to worship. Each person and each face flash before me and I'm full of prayers.
And then it's time to gather for communion. Each week the community gathers at the table to feast; to taste the bread and the wine. To fall down before God and to be surrounded in community. And it's there that I feel the power of the crowd. I look out at the faces of those present and I give thanks. I see the face of Christ before me. And I feel the power of the saints surrounding us. I don't have to look far to know that the communion of saints is with us. Before us. Among us. Singing with us. Loving us. Remembering with us.
The table each week is overflowing, so much that I can't contain the crowds. So much love and grace. So much forgiveness. So much.