Growing up the table was the place that held our family together the strongest. We met each night formally around a beautiful walnut table with inlaid cherry that my father had made years earlier than my birth. It sat in a formal dining room where rich and intimate conversation about life and our dreams took place. We caught up and got to know each other around that table. We were truly a family at that table. We left that table and lived out our dreams. No wonder Jesus instructs his disciples to dine with him at a table the night he explains how his death and sacrifice on the cross will be remembered for millenniums to come. Celebrate his death together, and in so doing we bring together the family of God that unites us to our Heavenly Father, to each other, and our dreams.
Join us as we explore the true meaning of communion- the church is a table from Luke 22.
Todd
