This past week has been a full one for us as we added a second son to our little family. We are blessed enough to have the boys’ grandparents (both sets) live nearby so they were able to come stay with us or bring us food or watch our 2-year old so we could get used to our newborn. Our house was full, both literally and figuratively- full of love, support, food, laughter- all ordinary, divine moments. As our weekly city village potluck dinner arrived only four days after our son was born, we felt we had room in our hearts and home for more. It was our week to host the meal, so we did. My dad offered to help provide and grill some meat, my mom and I made roasted veggies, our city village members brought yummy sides and desserts, and we all shared the duties of chasing kids and holding the newborn.
Each week as we gather, we have a worship flow that we engage and this week was no different. We had extra chairs around the table and we shared gratitudes over dinner. Our gratitudes were the same but somehow different as our lives had been changed over the weekend by this new, tiny human in the world. After the meal, we did a relaxed Lectio Divina around the scripture passage John 1:14 (MSG), which says: “The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of- a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, generous inside and out, true from start to finish.” After the second reading, some friends came by to meet our new son. We were in the middle of our worship flow and gladly welcomed our friends to join us. My parents were with us, as well. I’m not sure if any of our guests had ever done Lectio Divina before, but there was a holiness about our too-full living room and our divine interruptions throughout.
We continued in our worship and read the passage two more times with silence in between. As we listened to folks share which word or phrase stuck out to them, a pattern emerged. Normally during our Lectio Divina practice, we hear about several different phrases and how they impact each individual differently. Well, this night, the same phrase stood out to each person who shared. There was a sense of awe as each person kept saying, “me too”. That phrase was “generous inside and out”. And even the reasons that it stood out to each person were similar. The same but somehow different. Ordinary and divine. We were connected by the Holy Spirit moving through that scripture, moving through our house, and moving through interaction with each other. As we shared, we were challenged to be more
generous with our selves, with our neighbors, and with each other.
It was really beautiful to say "YES" to hosting a potluck meal in our house less than a week after giving birth. To say “YES” to our friends coming and sharing in worship together. To say “YES” to letting the ordinary be a place for the Spirit to dwell. To say “YES” to extending generosity within ourselves and all around us. God moved into this neighborhood long before we even existed. By saying “YES”, we are honored to join God in our neighborhood and, with our neighbors, see the glory with our own eyes, the one-of- a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, generous inside and out, true from start to finish!