A tiny dream

I have this dream about a table and a meal. (Or maybe it’s many tables and many meals?)

This is a place where we can talk and eat and pray.

Where we can be honest about our lives and our questions and our potentially heretical thoughts. Where we can struggle together.

It is a place for reading the Bible with the ‘hermeneutic of suspicion’ but also with the hope that we can find something there that is for us and that if we keep pushing and asking why we will discover something sacred.

There are some actual people that I would love to be part of this table. That makes it so much more scary because they might not be interested and so I have to feel brave to invite them. I also don’t know how any of this might go and I want to be a participant as much as a host.

I’m putting this tiny dream in words here as a reminder to myself. And also in gratitude to a friend who without knowing it, helped me to give this dream more life by listening and sharing a table delicious Georgian food. Thanks A. 🥰