God in an apron!
Supper was special that night. There was both a heaviness and a holiness hanging in the air. We couldn’t explain the mood. It was sacred, yet sorrowful. Gathered around that table eating that solemn, holy meal seemed to us the most important meal we had ever sat down to eat. We were dwelling in the heart of MYSTERY. Though dark the night, Hope felt right— as if something evil was about to be conquered. And then suddenly the One-Who-Loved startled us all. He got up from the table and put on an apron. Can you imagine how we felt? GOD IN AN APRON! Tenderness encircled us as He bowed before us. He knelt and sa...