John 8:35 The slave does not have a permanent place in the household; the son has a place there forever. * * * * * * * My father sat at the end of the table with the window at his back and the white curtains wafting the back of his shoulders. I sat to his right. That was my place and my sibling had their own places. If we ever changed the seating arrangements, the earth felt tilted strangely off its axis. There was a comfort in belonging and I hazard to guess as adults we long for that unique space for the rest of our lives. God reaches into this world with a new dimension of space into which we can find home even while the wilderness surrounds us. * * * * * * * Holy God, in the Body of Christ we are found. Amen.