I usually wait till the last day before a communion to feel any ‘announcement.’ Today turned out to be a fruitful day, in various ways.
The mother of one of our members passed away yesterday. Her name was Joann and she lived in Kentucky. Another member is traveling up north at the moment and happens to be in Kentucky for a few days.
What would be the probability of two members meeting –even spiritually– when we are few and scattered geographically? There ought to be something that unites us, an irresistible, perhaps unseeable, connection.
I did some volunteer work this morning at our son’s school. It was Picture Day and I enjoyed seeing the children again. It had been a long time since parents were allowed in the school to help out.
I was blown away by the power of this force that I am talking about; a force that sticks like strong glue. I saw most of the children as they entered the gymnasium and greeted them with a hand gesture, or a kind word. For the younger ones, I enjoyed their freedom of being as well as their fresh enthusiasm. An hour later, I happened to look into the cafeteria to see who was having lunch. A group of 7-8 years old who saw me in the morning started waving at me and being animated. A little boy stood up, came to me and offered me a few dried fruits from his carton box.
If you haven’t figured the force I am talking about, the t-shirt of a little girl waiting in the hallway for her friends, before returning to class, said it so very well.
“Love is all you need.”