(Thanks to Robin Dance for sharing this post as part of the Bloom Book Club's study of Bread and Wine.)
Ours is a table on a patio in the heart of downtown Orlando, and it has been for almost five years now. Sometimes it’s spread with Cuban sandwiches, Coke, and plantain chips. Other times it’s covered with the remnants of take-out from a local eatery or simply littered with empty glasses following hours of lounging.
Ours is a table on a patio in the heart of downtown Orlando, and it has been for almost five years now. Sometimes it’s spread with Cuban sandwiches, Coke, and plantain chips. Other times it’s covered with the remnants of take-out from a local eatery or simply littered with empty glasses following hours of lounging.
Sometimes, like on a Sunday afternoon, the table at our
third place is quiet and peaceful with a soft breeze blowing against your skin.
Other times the hustle and bustle of the work day gives way to loud music, the
scent of cigars and the sights and sounds of partiers who have had one too many
cocktails.
We moved to downtown Orlando with the hopes of planting a
church. But, as it usually is with God-sized dreams, things didn’t go exactly
as planned. God made it clear that we wouldn’t be planting a traditional church
anytime soon, but we would be planting the Gospel.
Over the years our table has at times been more akin to a
confessional in an old Catholic church building. People have poured out their
hearts, stories, and sins on that patio. We’ve heard the deep longings of a
former soldier suffering from PTSD, the insecurities of a young male college
student, and the tension when a wealthy business man who has everything suddenly
realizes he may indeed have nothing at all
Other times the table has felt more like an altar. We’ve had
heart-to-hearts about our marriage and other people’s marriages there. We’ve
shared difficult disagreements and life altering decisions leaning against that
table, with tears in our eyes.
And sometimes, just
as it should be, that table becomes the heart of a living room of sorts. We’ve
shared celebrations of birthdays, new jobs and exciting life changes there.
We’ve meandered there after chili and apple dumplings or a Thanksgiving spread
shared with all those we’ve met at that table over the years.
So yes, invite people into your home. Have them gather around
your dining table, coffee table or bar in the kitchen. But don’t forget that
the table can be found anywhere. Perhaps it’s in the break room at your
workplace with a simple menu of coffee and donuts. Maybe it’s the picnic
table at your little ones’ play group over goldfish crackers and PB&J.
Wherever you are, the table can usually be found close by. So come gather at
the table.
And in gathering, find life.
Oh, Joy, I so agree!! The table is meant to be warm and inviting... and we can share God's love at any table, or break room, or picnic table... Thanks for sharing!!
ReplyDeleteThanks you, Amy. Thanks for stopping by.
DeleteI remember reading your post on the Facebook page and really enjoying it. I am a Cuban chick & Florida girl -- live just a bit south of you.
ReplyDeleteStopping by from (in) courage today. :)
Lyli, thanks for stopping by. Let's get together for Cuban food if you're ever in Downtown Orlando.
DeleteYour words "planting the gospel" convict me to open my heart to do more of that myself, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy. I know God will direct your next steps.
DeleteOh I am so glad that you were my link-up buddy! I am married to a church planter and we, too, are planting the Gospel in NC...in the thick of the Bible belt, where if it doesn't have a steeple, well then it might just be a church! I hear my story in your words, friend! And I LOVE them. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteLori, I'm so glad you stopped by. Please let me know if there's anything I can ever do to serve or encourage you.
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