I deleted Cherokee’s Facebook page today.
Man. I know that’s not much. And in the grand scheme of things…it’s gonna effect like, 37 people. But that seemed a little final.
But then this happened.
Which struck me to the core.
I felt like I needed to stay with it…escort it out…like I do a casket.
I know it’s just wood and metal and rubber wheels. I know that.
But it’s also reconciliation, when two people who couldn’t speak to each other, stood side by side and broke bread and blessed it. It’s friendship, even among strangers, when one tray is passed to another and the hand lingers, just so that person knows you care. It’s peace, when the only comfort you can find is the taste of bread on your tongue. It’s hope, when that thimble full of liquid quenches thirsts you never even knew existed. It’s promise, when you take the weight of the tray or the plate from another, and carry it a bit so they have a moment to simply enjoy the feast.
And now the sanctuary sits empty minus a few chairs.
And I find hot tears on my cheeks.
Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done in earth,
As it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive them that trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,
The power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.