Welcome child into our family
Washed in water, reborn and free
A sign on your forehead and your heart
The cross that never will depart
Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah come and sing
Stirrin’ up the water Stirrin’ up my soul
A Light comes to the darkness
Come and make me whole
Oh Stir it up, stir it up, Oh Lord
The call goes out to near and distant lands
Come all you children into my hands
Grow like branches on the living tree
Washed in water, reborn and free
Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah now we sing
Comfort and joy the spirit brings
In darkest trials, drink from the spring
Hear the promise that no time could ever hold
It’s forever, for young and old
Allelujah Allelujah Allelujah Lord we sing
Stirrin’ Up the Water by Peter Mayer
I’m making hot cross buns today. It’s a custom a started long ago with our daughter Hannah Grace. We’re not together this year, but I’m thinking about her as I “stir up” and stir in all the ingredients. The spices are what get me the most. Nutmeg, cinnamon and all spice. I think of the women gathering all the spices to “embalm” the body (for there is a balm in Gilead). Their sad, sad souls and hearts were broken.
I beat the eggs and remember one person saying, “you can’t make an omelet unless you break some eggs.” What needs to be “cracked open” in our lives? What needs to be blended together? Right now the dough is “resting” and rising. Shrouded in old tea towels that have been in my wife’s and my family for ages. In our busy 24/7 world when do we Sabbath? God made us to be 24/6 and here we are running around like chickens. Yes, those little chicks that Jesus says he wishes he was like a mother hen for us to gather us under the shadow of God’s wings.
I shared the following quote from Miriam Weinstein the other evening as we “welcomed our 53 first communion participants” to the table. In a soccer/baseball/hockey/ballet/music lesson driven culture-where is the table?
If this generation forgets what gathering around the table means and can mean-will the table/altar up front look like a big desk? And with portable tablets and phones, what is a desk even all about?
But, even though I ask these questions, I believe. I believe in the power of eating and drinking together. I believe in gathering around each other in a circle. I know the transformational power of spices. I trust that the little bite of bread and sip of wine that we hand out is truly given and shed FOR YOU, for the forgiveness of sins.
Families who eat supper together…discourage smoking, drug use and teen pregnancy.
Families who eat supper together…position their kids to do better in school
Families who eat supper together…pass on their ethnic, familial and religious heritage
Families who eat supper together…help prevent eating disorders and obesity
Families who eat supper together…build their kids’ literacy, vocabulary and conversational skills
Families who eat supper together…teach their kids manners
Families who eat supper together…promote a sense of resilience that will last a lifetime
Families who eat supper together…enjoy each other more as a family
The Surprising Power of Family Meals: How Eating Together Makes Us Smarter, Stronger, Healthier, and Happier by Miriam Weinstein
Allelujah now we SING!