Taking Us In
She said something about communion in the comment box that made me go look again.
I’d noticed it, sure. But not really. Not like I did when I looked the second time.
When I went back, I saw this thing happening. You all were doing your own little scootching up around each other, whispering prayers, asking for them, cutting holes in the roof and lowering friends into the room for the Healer to get his hands on them.
And when another said what she did, in that certain beautiful way she did, this was the thing I saw:
Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Dear woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home. (John 19:25-27)
I see it in the sanctuary. I see it in your places. I see it on Facebook. I hear it on the phone.
We can’t be what we’re not. And we can’t do what we can’t.
But we take each other in.
We bring each other in.
I don’t know how to thank you enough for letting me be witness to a little bit of how we do that thing Jesus left us with here.
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Photo: more from among the remnants of autumn, Sica Hollow, South Dakota
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