• here’s to the day

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    This time of night the minutes pass faster than the words can move from my brain and through my fingers on to the page. As I look towards Sunday and bringing my time at the Hanover church to a close, I’m struck that serendipitously my farewell falls on World Communion Sunday. (I learned from Jan that it is also the fifth anniversary of the beginning of our bombing of Afghanistan.) Of all the aspects of Christian worship, Communion is my favorite. I even wrote about it in an earlier post. One of the reasons I love the Meal is its unending layers of meaning. Like any good meal, there’s more going on that just eating; like any good worship experience, God finds ways to surprise.

    At a youth camp one summer many summers ago, we were closing the week by sharing Communion together. That night, we set up the elements in the middle of the room and let people come in various groupings to the Table to serve one another. I went to the table with my friend Reed. Before we served each other he said, “You know what blows my mind? We’re doing something every Christian before us has done and every Christian after us will do.” A few years later, I was with my friend Ken (who pastors here) and he was talking about being moved by Jesus’ words, “But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.” (Matt. 26:29) My friend Billy and I took his words and wrote a song, which I’m going to sing at Hanover on Sunday.

    here’s to the day

    pieces of life laid on the table
    here is the blood poured out in love
    fill this cup raise it up

    here’s to the day, my friend

    time draws a line down innocent faces
    years mark the dreams that failed to come home
    so you’ll say goodbye say goodnight
    and here’s to the day remember

    can you say it for the ones whose voices are silenced
    can you say it for the ones who’ve never been free
    can you pray for peace ache for peace
    here’s to the day that’s coming
    god speed the day

    gather in close now cling to each other
    sing to the night you don’t sing alone
    fill this cup raise it up
    here’s to the day remember

    Jesus served his disciples the bread and the cup in the context of goodbye. Part of the deep meaning in the meal is love is stronger than forget (I know I’m borrowing that from someone; I just can’t figure out who). Part of the meaning is no one is around forever. We are all essential to God, but, in these days we call life, none of us is indispensable. When I was youth minister in Fort Worth, I tried to communicate my point by sticking my hand in a glass vase full of water.

    “While my hand is in the water, you can see its place,” I said. Then I pulled my hand out of the vase; the water didn’t leave a hole where my hand had been. “The only evidence I have that my hand was there is that it’s wet.” The church in Hanover has gathered for around three hundred years and generation after generation, person after person, has left fingerprints all over the place and, one by one, they have been both remembered and forgotten. The point of standing in the Unbroken Line that brings us all to the Table is not to be remembered as much as to be in line. I’m proud of the fingerprints I’ve left at Hanover and the water will fill in behind me (I think that’s mixing metaphors) and the church, both in Hanover and around the world, will keep going. When November comes (we share Communion once a month), I will be in a different church, but still in the same unbroken line, leaving my fingerprints there.

    Don’t let my theologizing fool you: I’m sad to leave. I’m leaving people I have grown to love. I’m leaving people I’ve grown accustomed to being with. I’m leaving things unfinished. I’ve spent my life saying goodbye and have yet to experience a time when it doesn’t suck to have to do it. I’m grateful we will get to say goodbye gathered at the Communion Table, where we can lean into the love that reminds us goodbye is not an ultimate word. One day, we will say hello.

    Here’s to the day.

    Peace,
    Milton

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    5 Responses to here’s to the day

    1. Anonymous
      September 28, 2006 at 12:44 pm

      Milton, you got me tearing up. I guess my “good-bye” is still too close. But thank you for the perspective. I needed a bit of that. Like Richard Bach said in “Illusions”, Perspective: Use it or lose it.

    2. September 28, 2006 at 2:00 pm

      That has always been one of my favorite songs; your hand in that artistic water left a ‘wetness’ behind in the music you created years ago that has influenced my life for quite some time. I’m glad you are revisiting it this weekend.

      I hope, too, that some of what you expressed in this beautiful post will be shared with the people you love as you stand with them this Sunday.

      Thank you for this blessing today.

    3. September 28, 2006 at 7:55 pm

      Thanks to you both.

      Beth, I will share some of these words Sunday morning.

      Peace,
      Milton

    4. October 6, 2006 at 8:54 pm

      In our office today, my pastor and friend walked into the main room (of our double wide trailer, which is the office of our church, a homeless people)and said, “I need something fresh on communion for this week’s service.” I said, “I heard this song…”

      I opened my laptop to this page and showed him your lyric. I moved to the piano pushed against the wall and played through the outline of the chords as I recalled them. I sang the melody.

      What amazing joy, to bring something fresh to someone and see them ‘get it’, right then and there. He was so blessed and inspired. He was looking for a way to connect communion with the idea of community – communing with one another.

      You gave him those words, that image, that story.

      How blessed we are when the creativity God sparks within us flows on for years and years, into place and people we will never know.

      Just thought you ought to have a glimpse of that for today; your past, our present.

      Here’s to the day that’s coming.

    5. February 4, 2014 at 8:16 am

      I know this is an old post, but I see that you’re still blogging.

      This is one of my favorite songs, and I’ve sung it often. I remember buying the album after I heard Billy play at my church in 95 or 96. Many songs on the album impressed me, but this one really touched me deeply, and has been the one track that has stuck.

      Thanks for sharing your gift.

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