Fifteenth Sunday after Pentecost
Welcome to the Table
Unassuming. Still. Alone. He stood there. Not wanting to be scary, hoping to be noticed, he waited for his alms.
We piled out of the car, intent on our post-church mission. One errand stood between the church service and our lunch at home. We zoomed past his quiet presence, still reflecting on the day’s sermon.
Back in the car, errand completed, we readied ourselves to leave. Seatbelts, engine. Stomachs growled after the morning’s activities. It was then that our ten-year-old said it, tentatively. “May I give that man my candy bar?”
Chocolate, not a common household currency for us, had been his waited-for pleasure. This treat wasn’t family-owned; it was solely his.
We sat and waited. Slowly, he clasped his sweet pos-session and inched out of the car. Bravely, he crept up to the gentleman. “Would you like a candy bar?” He released his confection into an eager and polite hand. He walked away, turned back and waved, and strode back to join us.
He opened the door to the quietness inside. What was there to say? The boy had become the teacher. We, his students, had watched and learned.
Margaret Norris, director of Christian education, Home Moravian Church, Winston-Salem, North Carolina