Come To The Table

How many of us know someone who is alone this season—in pain, afraid—while the world hums with the warmth of family and gathering?

Can we come together and hold a prayer for them, but also for ourselves?

Can we tend to what we need so we have the capacity to truly companion them—to embody compassion in its deepest sense: cum passione, "to suffer with"?

Not the distant kindness of "call me if you need anything," but the wholehearted presence of "I have what it takes to climb down into the hole with you."