April 28

We’ve all seen them around the city lately – signs like “Would whoever is praying for snow please stop”, “Lost spring – please find”, “Letters on the sign frozen – see you in spring”…and so on. It seems to be a fairly comment shared lament, this slow-coming thaw.

The curious thing about shared laments is that they often point to other common ground. In this case, I suspect they point to a shared longing for something even more profound and significant than a change of seasons. I think we have in common a longing for the thing that happens when the white and grey of winter gives way to the see-through green of newly minted spring – new life.

This Sunday morning (10:30 – and we will actually be underway by no later than 10:40), the people that call themselves the community of The Table will gather at 318 Ross to do what my puppy does at this time of the year – to give the possibility of new life a good, vigorous investigative sniff.

A reminder that at The Table you will have the best experience if you bring your own mug, park your bike inside where you don’t have to worry about it leaving the area without you, and if you choose not to check either your brain or your heart at the door.

Peace,

Tim Plett