I sat down into my chair as the light filled room began to slowly sing with the soft whispers of old and new friends. We’d been having a stunningly beautiful experience of wonder, rest, and community over the past 16 hours. And as the morning sun filled the room, I saw the Table. It was a beautiful round wooden table with leaves and other decorations that I can’t quite remember how to describe. What I do remember clearly was the bread and the wine and the presence of friends, or really, of family.