I don’t drink alcohol at this stage of my life. I do however partake of the festivities when friends gather to feast, to eat and drink in celebration of life, and love, and the near unbelievable goodness of God. And I take photos.
On Easter Sunday, during a time in which the East and West together remembered and celebrated the rising of the world’s Saviour in splendor, I drove through the rain to gather with friends, to pray, to feast, to live a simple life together. And I watched as the torrential downpour gave way to penetrating sunlight and glittering stars upon the rain-soaked pavement, and I documented this lovely afternoon.
As I have recently pointed out to multiple people in conversation, the older I get, the less I feel like saying. And so, in the spirit of aging, I will leave you with this. For however much I choose to write about an ordinary day in my life, of all of the simple beauty and glory of life lived in community, and the joy of gratefulness, one can only read such things for so long before being struck with the thought that really, one ought to go out and live such a life for themselves. I would encourage you to do so, beloved.
Go out into your community, make yourself known in honesty and vulnerability, invite people into your home and participate in life with them. Initiate. Maybe you and I might even find ourselves in the same living room someday. And there, we can feast together, and tell of the good things the Lord has done.