Two Slices of Bread

Touching hearts - did I just call him a ham, her a turkey, another a chicken, as I directed them with smiles, my humor-filled wiles. I resurrect, as I’m directed to hand out love. This makes me generous…I generously give life, not eternity…directing the elderly…I’m at the fringe, to pick up their box (not the rectangular offing that will contain a body with no breath, no soul). For now we all eat, listen to the boss speak about the disenfranchisement of belongings, the longing of some to rob the elderly of their earthly goods. One thing we can be sure of is to whom our soul belongs. Remember it will not be in the box. It will go to a heavenly or very hot place. We all make a choice…who will you serve…I serve the food. The sandwiches are cold. The hearts are warm and expectant. Hold the book in your open hands. Chew what is inside. Don’t forget to savour each bite. There are two slices of bread - the old and new. They go together nicely - the spread and fillings. The blessing, touching hearts - faith holds it all together. Faith in the totality of the revelation God has given. Abraham, not to be confused with Abraturkey or Abrachicken (just infusing a bit of humor in my serious sandwich), ahem… Abraham was saved by faith and so are we when we follow the path where God leads. We follow him to the cross, to the grave, to the resurrection and ascension. We follow Christ to Pentecost where the friends of Jesus were served the Holy Spirit, like doves, like flames of fire. Likewise, our choice to be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ. Under we go, into His death…rising we go, into eternal life. Back to my Senior Luncheon, serving lots of love, gratitude in our hearts, ready to depart whenever God calls us. For now, just leaving the parking lot. Leftovers in box, not me - thankfully. ;) 6/20/2023