A Place At The Table

I was flipping through pictures on my phone and came across this one taken at The Sparrow’s Nest a few weeks ago just before dinner time. IMG_3937

It reminded me of the Sidewalk Prophets song “Come To The Table.” The people seated at this table change sometimes almost daily but the invitation is still the same.

Find your place at the table. Find a place to belong.

Find  rest, nourishment, acceptance, and grace.

And that’s just a sampling of what is offered from our human abilities.

There is an invitation to take a place at the Lord’s table to find their true worth, to see they are worth it.  To find they are His Beloved.


A Poet To His Beloved

I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sands,
And with heart more old than the horn
That is brimmed from the pale fire of time:
White woman with numberless dreams,
I bring you my passionate rhyme. -William Butler Yeats


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