About six months ago the four of us pushed two mini-tables together at Starbucks. A chance meeting had found us in the same coffee shop for two separate meetings. A musician, a pastor, a health care consultant, and a finance professional; two acquaintances and two strangers sharing the presence of the Spirit with conversation that was deeper and richer than the coffee we were drinking. When we pushed the tables apart, there were no more strangers. Only friends, connected by the sinew of the Spirit.
Friday night we gathered in the home of the health care consultant. About 40 of her family’s friends had come to share some food, some music, some of their monetary blessing, and some love in support of the finance professional who was headed to India with his wife and their son to do battle against poverty and despair in some of the worst slums in the world.
The reach of that Spirit-led coffee shop conversation had grown wider and embraced friends, friends of friends, Christians and non-Christians, Sunday morning golfers and Sunday morning church goers. The Spirit moved freely (and freeingly) as the conversation around good food and good wine created an atmosphere of warmth and community.
the health care consultant, she welcomed people into her home
the finance professional, he told his story and engaged those who had gathered with a reality of life in Indian slums that touched them deeply
the musician, she took them even deeper- to the very depth of their souls
the pastor, he kept his mouth shut because the Spirit was already at work
the Spirit, the Spirit of Christ moved so that 250 children of God will have new shoes and in order that all in the world will know that God is love
a love that is far beyond measure
that touches us at the depth of who we are
and who we wish to become
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