Last night at HW, we did not have a meal after worship. Our artist-in-res arrived early. "Not even coffee?" No, I said. Not even coffee. No muss, no fuss. Just worship and then off to Halloween parties. Surely, no one would want to hang around sipping coffee or sharing our regular potluck. They'll be sneaking out the minute we finished. Wrong.
Someone brought cake. "Hope you don't mind, we had left-over cake." Another brought a bag of cookies. "My favorite--sent from across the country in a care package. Just wanted to share."
Sacramental community. It's in the DNA of HW. Trying to stop it is futile.