Fourteen years of Common Table. Wow.
Fourteen years has brought us laughter and tears, weddings and funerals, joy and pain, graduations and job losses, faith and doubt. The thing I love about CT is that we do all of this stuff together. By which I mean at least two things.
First, we have a relational connection that carries us through all of this wherein we walk through the stuff of life as a collective. We do life together.
But I also mean that we find a way to bundle all of the positives and negatives of life together as we honor one another’s journeys. The person experiencing joy can at the same time sit down with someone experiencing grief, and the person overcome by doubts can speak a word of encouragement to someone whose faith is ironclad. I’ve been around a lot of churches, but I’ve yet to find one that has learned how to ‘rejoice with those who rejoice, and mourn with those who mourn’ like this one.
We’ll be doing that again this weekend, as we head a couple hours away for our annual retreat at Shrinemont. And, as it turns out, we’ll be looking at that very idea of rejoicing and mourning as we worship around that passage that just happens to be a part of the Lectionary for this Sunday. But mostly we’ll be taking some hikes, talking about life, walking the labyrinth, holding a baby, eating meals together, sitting around a fire, and throwing the kids into the pool.