We just made it to Houston. We are sitting down for our first meal together at Pappadeux in the airport getting a last taste of our great Louisiana cuisine.
There are 12 (coincidence?) of us right now. All from holy trinity episcopal church. What a wonderful, hilarious, beautiful group of people. I just met them and I am already a part of the family.
Im reflecting on the frequency of shared meals we find in the gospels. We read of the teachings, foot washings, anointing, welcoming of sinners and tax collectors. But I think we miss the fact that they laughed and joked, cried and opened up sharing their lives with one another. What an appropriate way for us to begin our pilgrimage.