Naomi and Craig came to Brandon for a week, just in time for my birthday. It would have been great to have Andrew in the mix too, but Tuscany is more of a challenge than Connecticut and we are, after all, heading his way in June. I know I talk about my children a lot, but they tell the story of redemption and reconciliation so clearly that I can't help but listen.
And so I'm jumping back to John 12, the chapter before Jesus settles down to that long, last feast with his friends. Here it is, with Jesus once again attending a dinner.
- Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus' honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him.
Likewise my brother's birthday celebration two days later. That's where the photograph was taken, at my niece Hannah's home.
This Easter story is all about living completely, radically, consummately; living out loud. Living as if we mean it is a theme of mine at the moment. That is, after all, why Jesus was willing to give absolutely everything for the very people he reclined at table with. He is still most welcome; not as a guest but family. Celebration is incomplete any other way.
Love and blessings - DEREK