Imagine this

Imagine a table, wide and low, set not just for a meal but for reunion.

A feast with no head of the table, because no one here is more important.

A table where wounds are welcome and no one has to pretend,

where the only requirement is hunger.

Imagine a host who sees you coming from a long way off,

not just across a field, but across years of regret,

or down a hallway you’ve avoided,

or back to a place you thought you outgrew.

Imagine arms flung wide—not to measure your worth,

but to pull you close.

No questions asked, no penance required,

just joy.

Imagine God throwing a party not for the perfect,

but for the lost-and-found,

the almost-gave-ups, the bitter older siblings,

and the still-learning-how-to-love crowd.

Then—imagine loving like that.

Extravagant. Reckless. Free.

Forgiving without a ledger,

loving without keeping score,

feasting while the music plays.

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I hope you know you're always welcome at the table.

And I hope to see you this Sunday!

Much love,

Pastor Gregg