Evendays

I just finished writing and sending out our email ministry newsletter. I find this a difficult task and it often gets put off a week or two or three until it becomes abscessed and then it has to be pulled, I mean written up, before people think we’re dead.

We used to send everything by regular post, then email and post. Now it’s just email. When Randy and Sandra encouraged me to blog, this became a primary way of keeping people up to date, but it’s not a habit for all supporters to automatically surf over to Evendays. I understand.

One day, blogs won’t fill the gap either. Both Wife and Daughter are on Facebook now, which explains the current financial recession in the USA. Facebook, at least when you start it, is a FULL TIME JOB.

I’m not saying Facebook is not worth it. Wife has had contact with people she loves dearly but had heard from only twice this millineum. She and Daughter compare who has whom as friends (Daughter has more) and then talk about writing on someone’s wall or getting or sending tickles or pokes (or something).

For now, I’ll stick to 2 hours a week on blogs.

Some Protestant churches in Scotland would place long tables in the middle of their sanctuaries for celebration of communion. Later, they got rid of the tables in order to use their space more efficiently. (I personally think it was because one of the bishop’s brothers fabricated and sold aluminum individual communion cup trays, but I digress.) The communion table above (from the 1800’s) transformed normal pews into communion tables, with congregants sitting on benches on either side of the long, center table where bread and wine were served.

The table is narrow. The communion is close… Eye to eye, so to speak, allowing for interaction and expressions of faith of one believer to another.

So this Sunday when you eat at the Lord’s table, truly eat it with a brother or sister. Look them in the eye. Tell them you believe. And let the communion begin.