This past week been I was asked to lead communion. During the week I decided I would write a poem… As I wrote I looked at this moving piece of art by Joey Velasco.
Writing is a re-emerging creative place for me, something that is shifting in its style and subject matter and I am trying to let it shift me, not to over-analyse or hold too tight a reign on it.
I share it here.
Table of Hope
We come sometimes to the communion table, head bowed.
Certain that every other saint in the room has lived a good life this week,
has spent time in prayer,
has behaved in holy ways.
We creep to the table like a starving, homeless child
Certain that we could not be welcomed
We come to the table aware of our own shortcomings,
Entirely unsure that we could have the courage to look Jesus in the eye as he says,
This is my body broken for you
This is my blood poured out for you
We are quite aware that our sin is vast
That we require rescuing
What we forget, is that the communion table beckons us to a wider table
A longer table
A table lavishly set for feasting.
This communion table is a table of Hope
A portal into a life lived in lavish communion,
In wild feasting
With the one who made the table
Our saviour is a carpenter too –
Sometimes I think of him making chairs of every shape and size
And engraving our names,
on the back of one
The table we come to this morning is vast
It stretches out through space and time
This eternal table
Invites us to a love that is impossibly wide
As is the love of God
A love we cannot measure
A love we cannot fathom
A love that directs us to a table of feasting
Where there is a chair with our name on it.
Let us come to this table reminded of the invitation extended to us all
To be loved with the
Love of Jesus.
Be blessed dear friends xxx