This past weekend I participated in the 26th Annual Gathering and the 25th Anniversary of Mennonite Church Eastern Canada, a group that came together from several strands of Mennonites and now worships in 12 languages. The visuals and reflections were bursting with planting imagery. Questions were asked, and stories were told about the “seeds” God was planting in us as individuals and congregations. Three new congregations joined the Area Church. The breaks were full of friendly conversations.
Outside daffodils, violets, hyacinths, tulips, and more, were blooming and warm winds were blowing. Signs of new life and careful planning abounded.
The sign of new life that impacted me most deeply was totally unplanned, for it couldn’t have been planned. During the closing moments, as we were celebrating communion and the bread was being distributed, an infant started expressing its hunger. At the exact moment the rest of us lifted the bread of heaven to our lips, the hungry, tired infant latched on, sucked, and was satisfied. And momentarily, so were we, as yet another seed of what God is up to started growing in us.