One of the most enduring graces of the past weekend was a reunion with a former student.  She had been in one of my adult classes a couple of years back, married a Navy man, moved to Virginia Beach and they now have a two year old son.  It was such a joy to see them, get acquainted with their little boy and hear of their adventures in Navy life.

They served us a wonderful breakfast and we laughed over regional stories and local pronunciations that are difficult for those from the Northwest part of the country.  How refreshing to be with folks who share the same origins and know people that we know.

People — friends — sharing stories, food, and the music of laughter — like Eucharist, it is definitely an enduring grace.