Eating With Publicans and Sinners
I love Sundays. My children love Sundays. In fact, they love them so much I’m sure they learned the days of the week so they could know when the next Sunday was coming. “What day is it daddy,” they’d ask. “What day comes after that.” They would keep asking until they knew just how many days there were left until the next Sunday. I might be stretching it a bit, but they may have learned to count for the same reason. Each week, our anticipation rises as we make ready our home for the covenant families who will share the Sabbath with us. Our kids start naming the families by their vans and cars as we pull in the parking lot at the building where we meet. I’m careful not to call it our church, because, we know it’s not; it’s just brick and mortar. We know the people are the church.