Rhythms of welcome.
Once a month, I have the privilege of leading a Sunday morning service at a local church among a community called Parables. This community centers the needs of disabled and neurodivergent community members. Last Sunday, people from a residential community with intellectual and developmental disabilities joined us, and the energy was joy-filled.
Rhythms of welcome.
We always sing a song at the start of our time together.
I am welcome, I am welcome,
I am loved just as I am,
I am welcome, you are welcome,
We are loved just as we are,
Oh Spirit, burn that truth within our hearts.
Rhythms of welcome.
People embraced each other.
A person played the piano.
A person shouted with glee that she gets to go to a baby shower.
Rhythms of welcome.
Smuggling Grace 