There is something very special about fellowship and the breaking of bread together. How personal and intimate an act it can be to sit with friends and/or family and enjoy the trust and joy of sharing. I find this especially so with my Christian family.
Sorry, Huldah. I forgot your name. I’m sure lots of people don’t know your name. Not all that many people know my name, either, though my name isn’t in the Bible. But Someone knows both of us and both of our names.
Nehemiah was the governor, the leader who galvanized the rebuilding of a demolished city. Yet he was neither too proud nor too self-important to get down in the dirt with everyone else who was working. He was not above working night and day with all the others who were doing it.
It is our choice to offer ourselves to God, not something He forces us to do. But oh, how difficult to give up my right to myself!
My 3 year old great-nephew filled the house with lots of noise, running and jumping, calling out to various family members, drumming with chop sticks on an old pie plate. But the best was hearing him sing. He sang Go Tell It on the Mountain in church on Christmas Eve.
“I have good news and I have bad news. Which do you want first?”