Communion

My mother was a classically trained artist. In her paintings, I see traces of the faith she never professed. In one painting, a robed figure stands in a gazebo. Is it Mary? Jesus? In another painting, the words “Jesus Saves” are chalked onto a boulder. I once asked my mother to paint silver and glass to show me how they reflect light and color. That painting, a still life, a labor of her love, hangs on the wall where I write. There is a glass compote filled with strawberries, a few lie on the table. A silver goblet reflects the tattersall tablecloth. A small plate with a half dozen pirouette cookies sits next to a wicker wine jug. Today, in that painting, I see a communion table with strawberries.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!

Josh