The believers devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching, to the community, to their shared meals, and to their prayers. A sense of awe came over everyone. God performed many wonders and signs through the apostles. All the believers were united and shared everything.
Acts 2:42-44
I would love to make this a big foodie post, focusing on the the meal I prepared for our friends Keith and Resi Friday evening. But I was so focused on actually preparing and serving the food I failed to properly photograph the process.
But it was certainly good! I found some wonderful fresh seafood and pan-fried the fish, serving with a light white sauce, baked potatoes, caramelized carrots and onions, steamed asparagus, a fresh spinach salad, and some of Rebekah’s biscuits. For appetizer I served four cheeses with nuts, berries, and Prosciutto. We rounded things off with Sumatran coffee, cheesecake and lemon bars.
The real blessing, though, was hosting our friends, and having a long, relaxed conversation around the table. Catching up with good people over good food is always the best.
In a sense, Friday evening (like dinner last weekend with our friends Leslie and Scott) was a fitting beginning for World Communion weekend. When we break bread together, experience our shared faith, and pass the Peace of Christ, then we have honored the spirit and the intention of Jesus, when he said, “Do this as often as you do it in remembrance of me.”
Communion of the Saints:
The idea was cemented when we attended White Memorial Presbyterian Church Sunday morning. Rebekah and I didn’t just figuratively share the elements with believers from all over the globe, we shared with some of them in person. We recognized the Treadwells (from Brandon) when they were introduced to the congregation, having transferred their membership from our old church in, Florida. We really are a deeply connected community.
Still adjusting…
To be honest, Rebekah and I are suffering more now for lack of WFPC than ever before. The first few weeks it was like being on vacation, enjoying the opportunity to visit other congregations and listen to some new voices in the pulpit.
But now, two months into retirement, the fact of it looms large. I miss the deep rhythms of sacred life, being immersed in the living breathing heart and soul of our own church family, especially places where we were privileged to help heal and build and inspire and grow and encourage.
Until we find the place where we will take root again – and I know that we will, I am grateful for the faithful witness of all the Presbyterian churches in this area. God’s grace abounds.
Happy Monday, everyone – DEREK
