I recently celebrated a milestone birthday, eight decades! Wow, this was not an event I had ever visualized in my younger years. My five kids thought the occasion momentous enough to arrange a party outdoors.
They tried valiantly to keep the invitee count minimal. As it turned out those five children, their spouses and children and grandchildren’s children turned into a significant crowd. Throw in a couple of extraordinary foreign exchange students who were also part of the “children count” long term and we had ourselves a full yard of birthday party-ers.
I could see this gathering, though intimate in scope of relationship, was no small matter. We all meant something to one another that began as a love connection between my husband and me . . . and that got me thinking of other relationships I’ve been fortunate to enjoy.
These others connections are based on a love for my Lord and faith and my church community. In this family, we lift each other up when we sing together. We share a sacred meal as a family member presents us with Christ’s body in host form. We hail each other with a peaceful sign and we listen to histories and letters from long-ago family members in the Scriptures.
This love connection began when God knew me.