legacy

Here's to the wrinkled hands firmly holding each other in front of empty pews. Here's to the recreating of wedding pictures taken so many years ago, same couple, same pastor. Boutineer on her wrist, laughter in his eyes. Here's to the eagerness to share the joys and sorrows, the willingness to be honest over coffee …

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table

Come to the table. Come, take and eat. For here we find a promise fulfilled, an enemy conquered, a joy restored. This is His body, broken. This is His blood, shed. This is our inheritance.   I find my life centered around a table. Raised dipping my finger in sauces, rolling piles of dough, elbow …