Sunday was a fabulous day with wonderful music, singers and musicians; prayers and scripture; and a sermon about “Table Stories.” In that sermon the following definition of Church was offered: ”The church is that group of persons who by gratitude and thanksgiving, offer a banquet in honor of the Christ and invites others to join them there so they can meet him.” And from there I asserted:
“How preposterous then that the church is divided along lines of race and class, gender and orientation. We follow Jesus, who invited everyone to share at table with him and in turn, was willing to enter anyone’s home who invited him. The church ought to be offering a table of welcome and hospitality to all. That is our mission. That is our identity. ”
Aren’t you tired of worshipping in a church that works on cutting people out, kicking folks off the island, putting out torches instead of lighting them? Why would you remain in a church that hates you or, for that matter, hates anyone? Aren’t you tired of not worshipping, of sitting out and avoiding holy spaces because you’re afraid of unholy and mean people? I know a place that practices a radical table fellowship. Christ shows up there. We would love to hear your table story and have you join with us because life is too short not to pray, praise, connect, commune, celebrate, weep together, laugh together, journey together in this sacred journey. ~See you Sunday.