Last night, during the Maundy Thursday service, I spent some time thinking about tables. I pondered the tables at which I'd sat during the previous ten days... airport tables, airplane tables, tables on the train, tables in various restaurants and distilleries, the table in the home of dear friends.
It struck me (again) that just like when we come to God's table for communion, these different tables didn't "belong" to somebody in particular. It didn't matter at all where we happened to be at that very moment. The time spent around those tables was sacred and meant something because of the people who were present and the relationships between us. What a gift it was to sit at table with those people.
Ken mentioned in one of his posts that Seth and I were "geeking out" at the John Knox house, and I will absolutely fess up to that! As a cradle Presbyterian (coming from many generations of Presbyterians before me) and as someone with Scottish heritage, it was pretty incredible to be standing on the ground in Scotland, thinking about all the people who have come before me. Looking back on it now, it almost feels like a dream that I was really there. Good thing I have HUNDREDS of pictures to prove it!
While it is good to be back in my own home and bed, I am missing being across the pond! Here’s the pic we sent to the Lovell family from the JFK airport...
As we were flying into RDU, the sky looked appropriately like this:
The sun was setting on an amazing trip... I will carry those memories with me for a long, long time... and I have this Heilan coo sitting next to my bed to remind me...
Thanks for following along on the journey! Until next time...
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