The Radiance of Broken Bread: A Tapestry of Table Fellowship

Open your eyes and see what happens when we gather.

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In the quiet hum or perhaps noisy chaos of our childhood home, the table stood as more than a piece of furniture; it was a sacred space where stories unfolded, laughter echoed, and strangers became family.

Eugene H. Peterson once said, "Stories are verbal acts of hospitality," and in the embrace of our family table, these words found their resonance.

It wasn't a fancy table, more like a '70s piece of the future that expanded and contracted to meet the requirements of the time, but that table anchored our house. Its old surface bore witness to the rhythmic dance of guests who came as strangers but left as kin.