Evelyn was a late in life baby. Her oldest sibling was nearly as old as my mother. She had four siblings, two of whom are still living. The three, um, surviving children live hours apart and the two elders are not in amazing health. All are devoted followers of Jesus. Last night the remaining siblings assembled at the eldest's home for dinner.
When we prepared to sit at the table, Evelyn put grape juice and bread at everyone's place setting. After we sat down she asked us if she could lead in the taking of the Lord's Supper. Everyone agreed.
This is itself an amazing fact because they were raised in a very conservative family in which women were expected to submit and be silent. Even her brother, still a part-time pastor, willingly consented.
Her leading was powerful and poignant.
It involved asking each person to share intimate components of their walk with the others. Everyone accepted the challenge willing.
Things being what they are, not knowing if this will be the last time all of are together, this moment together remembering our Lord's sacrifice on the cross was a high point in family history.
And, for me, it was particularly powerful because it connected me to the way I understand the first disciples lived as a matter of course.
You can have your rituals if you like. But, give me the life we have every day.
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