There was a richness in that moment as I sat with dear friends for a multi-course meal. Each course led to more questions as we caught up on each other’s lives. Sometimes those questions were followed by stories and laughter. Other times the questions and stories led to tears and quiet moments for the difficulties and struggles we have each encountered on our journeys.
This meal felt like a holy moment.
I noticed how I was loved and my stories were held. I didn’t have to worry about if I happened to accidentally spill something or over-analyze my words and how they would be perceived.
I felt at home.
I could just be.
Lord, could this be what true fellowship was meant to be like?
Instead of my friends sitting around the table, I imagined Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Whether in conversation, or being together in the stillness, it was rich. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I was so captivated by their love, that my questions didn’t seem important.
I felt at home.
I could just be.
This is the fellowship we are called to—more intimate and holy than we can even comprehend.
It’s within this fellowship that we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:28).
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