Church at the Square last Sunday. It had been carefully prepared for the occasion of Mother's Day by one of the fairly regular members of the church.
Planted in a disposable coffee cup, wrapped carefully in tin foil, with pieces of bark and black earth, the gentleman placed it carefully among the symbols of our faith arrayed on the table of the Lord.
"I brought this for Mother's Day," he declared with a smile on his face and a compelling twinkle in his eye. "I wanted us to remember our moms on this special day."
After the morning service concluded, the church enjoyed breakfast brunch prepared by culinary arts students from CitySquare.
When the morning concluded, the man retrieved his plant and went on his way--back out on to the streets of Dallas, his only option. No doubt, he intended to enjoy the beauty of his and God's creation for a while longer.
A sweet gift offered in appreciation for mothers, including his and mine. A respect for what's good in life and the world.
I'm thankful for my brother who brought new meaning to the day and to our communion together.