The Last Supper

We took Wesley out for his last meal/Supper. Not the last meal in the sense of a death row inmate, nor the last Supper in the Christological sense though Wes may have some Messianic complexes, but that is another blog. We took him out as a staff because he is following God's direction after 14 years to a new adventure. Fourteen years is a long time, a lot of water under the bridge...a lot of memories and yet God continues to stretch us and grow us. So we ate at a wicked Thai place which we will all pay for later and we laughed and reminisced, barbed as only friends who know each other well can do and we looked back and we looked forward. Change is inevitible and it is always painful. Pain strengthens, builds, and purifies. Our outlook, that is, whether or not we beleive God is working things to good or whether we got a rotten deal and the deck is stacked against us, determines how we navigate that change. We didn't get a picture with all of us on one side of the table but a this last supper the Lord was present and it's all good.