A Labor of Love

July 8, 2013

2 Corinthians 5:7

We live by faith and not sight.

Last fall, Rick decided to build a playhouse for our three youngest grandchildren. It is modeled after the house Rick’s son and daughter-in-law built in 2011.

The playhouse took on a life of its own. Rick built it in our shed, with 1”of clearance. Doesn’t every playhouse need shingles and heat vents in the roof? The shed is 8×12 feet with a two-foot porch off the front. Next to the front door is an outside light that works. Inside, most people can stand. At the rear are gate doors so the kids can drive their bikes inside, provided they are small enough or duck under the loft inside the doors, complete with a ladder.

There is drywall, operating lights, a stove and oven, a kitchen counter, sink, faucet and knobs. Did I mention the microwave, the knick-knack shelf and towel rack? Rick made a kid-sized table and stools. The windows slide, there are flower boxes (with flowers) beneath the front windows, shutters, a chimney and it is painted with the same paint as the big house. The loft has a blanket and pillow and the curtains match.

The original finish date was Waylan’s birthday in April. In early May, I suggested Rick should have it in place by Ellie’s birthday, June 2. He thought it would be so cool to wheel it into the party on the trailer. I said the kids would like it a lot more if they could play in it.

As mid-May approached, I wasn’t confident it would get moved. One weekend, Rick pulled it out of the shed. I was afraid the roof would come off. It came out slick as a whistle, despite my lack of faith. Next was getting it loaded onto a trailer. Thankfully, our neighbor decided this was not a one-person job. He also had an “oversize load” sign. One Sunday afternoon, I followed Rick and the playhouse. We took the longer route, avoiding the Sauk City road construction. It arrived in one piece, despite my lack of faith.

After sitting in his parent’s yard for a couple days, Rick and his Dad moved it to Darran’s house. Rick took the Jeep. His Dad brought the playhouse with a tractor. Rick waited and waited. No playhouse. There is a steep hill enroute. Loosing faith, Rick wondered if the playhouse had slid off the trailer and landed into Narrow’s Creek. Finally, the chimney peaked over the last hill.

A few days later at Ellie’s birthday, the playhouse was a hit. I was standing inside when an 8-year-old boy said, “This is the coolest thing.” The tea set Rick sat on the table had been filled with lemonade. There were sandwiches and a bag of chips on the counter. Kids crawled in and out of the loft all afternoon.

The finished product.

On the 4th of July, Darran and Courtney had a party with fireworks. Rick and I laughed as we watched the kids having more fun in the

Welcome to the Vielhuber playhouse!
Welcome to the Vielhuber playhouse!
Ready to move.
Ready to move.


Curtains blowing out window.
Curtains blowing out window.


Ellie in the loft.
Ellie in the loft.

playhouse than watching the firework. As dusk settled in, the electricity was turned on. We watched little feet wiggle in and out of the window where the loft is.

Rick started the playhouse with simply idea to build one similar to his son’s house. It was a labor of love. Rick spent months building it. At times, I didn’t have faith it would ever get done or get moved. In the end, these grandkids have one of the most unique and special playhouses ever. I pray they have as much playing in it as Grandpa had building it.

Why did I not have as much faith the playhouse would ever get finished? That’s a good question. As Christians, we choose whether to have faith or not. There are many times and situations when we can get turned off by the church, people, situations in which people do not act very Christian to each other or towards God. I pray our faith will withstand this and so much more. Christian faith is also a labor of love. We should also wiggle our toes into it on a regular basis.

Lord God: sometimes we give up too easily on you, the church and faithful living. Interestingly, our worries are often unwarranted or not what happens in the end. Lord God, help us fix our faith on you and not the things of this world. Amen.

Blessings –



July 7, 2013

Exodus 17:12

When Moses’ hands grew tired, they took a stone and put it under him and he sat on it. Aaron and Hur held his hands up – one on one side, one on the other – so that his hands remained steady till sunset.

After Moses and the Israelites crossed the Red Sea, they spent time in the dessert. With scarce food, God provided manna for them to eat. Soon, they grew tired of manna and complained to Moses. They even contemplated wishing they had never left Egypt.

Then, they did not have enough water. They fought with Moses and demanded water. Moses was at his wits end. He cries out to the Lord, “What am I to do with these people? They are almost ready to stone me.”

Soon, Moses runs into another challenge. The Amalekites attack the Israelites. Moses sends Joshua and men into war. Moses, and two of his helpers, Aaron and Hur, go to hill to watch the battle. As long as Moses held up his hands, the Israelites were winning. But as soon as he lowered his hands, the Amalakites were winning. After a while, Moses got tired. It was becoming more difficult to keep his hands raised. Aaron and Hur found a stone for Moses to sit on. Most importantly, Aaron and Hur helped Moses. They each held up an arm so the Israelites could win the battle.

While Moses was an exceptional leader, even he needed helpers. He needed hand-holders. Aaron and Hur saw this. They realized that Moses could not hold up his hands by himself and they helped him.

We all need hand-holders. We all need people to come by our side and literally and figuratively hold our hands when life is challenging. Who are your hand holders? Who would you help in a moment’s notice? And who are you a hand holder for?

Within a faith community, people are mandated to be hand holders for each other. That’s part of being involved in a faith community. Pastors and church staff need hand holders. Local church leaders need hand holders. No one person can provide all the necessary gifts and talents to adequate minister to God’s kingdom.

How are you being a hand holder within a faith community? How have you ministered to the pastor and church staff? How have you provided support and encouragement for the church leaders? How might you, like Aaron and Hur, become very intentional in hand holding within your faith community?

While Moses was an exceptional leader, it was impossible for him to have enough strength, skill and stamina to always do his ministry. How important his helpers, Aaron and Hur were. Make it clear to us how we can be a hand holder within our faith community. Provide us ways to support our pastor, church staff and local church leaders. If we serve in one of these roles, may we not be afraid to ask for help. And provide us clear opportunities to be hand holders to those around us. Amen.

Blessings –


To Everything There Is a Season

June 24, 2013

Ecclesiastes 3:1

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.

One week from today, I will be starting a different phase in my life. I will be hitting the “pause” button on full-time ministry and doing a different form of ministry for a year.

This past winter, many things changed in our family. Rick and I have said for years that we have been blessed to have all four of our parents alive and relatively healthy. This changed in November, when the heath of my dad, my mom and my mother-in-law changed within a very short period of time. After my dad’s death, we had discussions with the Deaton side and the Vielhuber side about how to maintain the safety and health of our parents. Our parents would like to remain in their homes as long as possible and we want to assist with this and keep them safe.

After being in the nursing home for much of the winter, Rick’s mom is home. While Rick is there several days a week, my sister-in-laws have helped out tremendously and hired help has helped close the gaps, we have decided for me to spend more time in Rock Springs. I will have the opportunity to help my mother-in-law, assist and provide reprieve for my father-in-law and be more available. I hope to help with our grandchildren more, especially the three that live just down the road from my in-laws. Leaving my full-time job will also make me more available to help with my mom.

Rick and I feel that the season for me to step-back from full-time ministry is appropriate. Ministry for the next year will just be different. Along with caregiving, I hope to write more, maybe publish something, discover a hobby or two, get those long-awaited projects started and maybe even finished. I may actually see my husband most every day of the week, something Rick and I have rarely had during our nearly 13 years of marriage.

We have committed to doing this for a year. At this point, I have no idea what life will entail a year from now. I have made arrangements so I can re-enter pastoral ministry. In the meantime, Rick and I want to honor my calling and realize for this next season, my calling is just a bit different.

There are many different seasons of our lives. I feel like I have gone through several already in my live. This next season will be one of new opportunities to learn, grow, be challenged and explore my relationship with God and others in a different way. I am thankful that I have people around me who are supporting and understanding of this season change. For this, thanks be to

Almighty God – we watch the seasons of the year change annually. Sometimes, our lives are the same and we encounter different opportunities. When a potential season change arises in our lives, may we discover through your guidance, wisdom of discerning people and prayerful consideration what direction you desire for us to take. When we encounter a new season, may we be reminded that we never journey alone, for you are always with us. 

Blessings –


When a Phone Call Changes Everything

June 3, 2013

1 Corinthians 15:54b-57

“Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death is your sting?” The sting of death is sin , and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.

One phone call can change everything.

Saturday, Rick and I were having a lovely day. I’d gone to Madison early and ran at the Susan G. Komen “Race for the Cure.” Rick visited a man from church just moved to a local nursing home and got mulch for the flower beds. With both of us home, we worked outside. I cleaned out the rest of the flower beds so the mulch could go down. Rick finished planting the garden.

I officiated at a wedding late afternoon and stepped inside for a few minutes to check the time. By chance, I checked my cell phone. There were two missed calls, from Vielhuber family members. The second missed call was Rick’s mom. She left a message saying our 61-year-old brother-in-law had passed away.

Dan was a farmer. With his son, Andy, they ran crop land and did some custom farming. Dan raised bees for about 50 years and enjoyed helping others learn the art of raising bees. The last few years, he had also had an apple orchard. Dan got stuck in a wet field on Saturday. A neighbor stopped to help him. When the tractor was unstuck, Dan got out and said he needed to catch his breath. Shortly after this, he went down. Despite being in the country, the ambulance crew arrived very quickly. They performed CPR and took him to the hospital. But Dan slipped away and received his eternal reward.

Rick’s sister Judy was in Milwaukee visiting her daughter and family. Rick and I got ourselves together and headed north. I was caught up in trying to find our nephew Andy and figuring out the absolute latest time I could leave to get to Spring Green for the wedding. As I was driving, a few miles from the farm, Rick reached over, took my hand and began to pray. He thanked God for the beautiful day and Dan’s life. He asked God to give us the words when there really are no words and that our presence would be enough. Winding through the Baraboo bluff, it was my husband who remembered to pray and ended up being the pastor to me.

On Friday, I had a graveside service where I spoke about the preciousness of life; of how quickly life can change and how if we only knew that today would be our last day with a loved one, we might do things just a bit different. I have spoken these words at many funerals and graveside services. I’ve experienced this through the loss of Rick’s son, our grandson, my Dad and other people whom I’ve loved. Yet, I felt like I was rediscovering this once again on Saturday, when one phone called changed everything.

Dan was a wonderful example of a person who lived the Christian life and lived what he believed. He was a very giving man. There are going to be so many people who turned to Dan for advice and knowledge that will miss him, including our family. He took time to teach others.

Take a minute. Chat aimlessly with your loved ones today. Let them know your true feelings. Tell them how much you love them and that you’ll always hold them dear. Tell them “Thank you,” “I’m sorry,” “Please forgive me,” and “I forgive you.” Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike. For if that phone call ever comes, you’ll be so glad that you did.

Thank you for this beautiful day, for your presence all around us. Thank you for bringing into our lives people who are so meaningful for us. Thank you for how they teach us, help us and model the Christian life for us. When something happens and our lives are forever changed, may your presence be enough. Amen.

Blessings –


“Play the clapping music!”

May 31, 2013

Matthew 18:20

Jesus said, “For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.”

“Dianne, play the clapping music!”

Our youngest two grandchildren and I were together on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Soon-to-be-three Ellie is strapped into her pink car seat. Little brother Dylan is exploring life in his car seat behind my driver’s seat. Ellie’s newest mantra shortly after getting into the car: “Play the clapping music!”

For those of you unsure what “clapping music” is, it is Vacation Bible School music. This fun, upbeat music often has clapping or other silly motions we do while in the car. Immediately I plug in the clapping music. Soon, the vehicle is filled with the familiar tune that has a strong bass beat, to which we clap. Ellie gets a big smile on her face and I am impressed how she can often actually find the beat with her hands. Half way through the song, she is instructing Dylan to clap along. Stopped at a stop light, I glance behind my seat. His chubby little paws are trying to follow Ellie’s example.

When the song is over, I hear, “Again!” And we listen to the song again. Then, we skip over to a trendy rendition of “This Little Light of Mine.” Now our claps have become little candles: the pointer of one hand is the candle and the hovering other hand is the flame. Ellie belts out, “Let it shine! Let it shine! Let it shine!”

When I hear Ellie sing off tune and watch Dylan’s little hands try to find the beat, my heart swells. I know she is just three; before the age when real life too often jades us. I so want to capture her enthusiasm for clapping music and letting a light shine as the highlight of a car ride. How can I nurture this enthusiasm and excitement for singing God’s praises for years to come?

Too often I lack this pure excitement and joy to simply worship God. Because worship is part of my job, I can easily turn it into creating flow, making sure it is meaningful for others and putting my need and desire to simply worship as something barely on the radar screen.

Have you lost some enthusiasm to worship God? How do you connect with God and sing praises to your Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer? What music would cause you to clap for Jesus and sing on or off key? Even in the car, we had two or three gathered in Jesus’ name. And there was no doubt, He was present with us.

Speak to us of the joy it brings you when we worship you, Almighty God. Thank you for not requiring us to be expert singers, skilled musicians or perfect clappers. Whether we worship with a large faith community or just a couple other people, may we see and feel your presence in those worship-filled moments.

Blessings –


Dangerous Grace

May 30, 2013

Luke 11:20-24

Jesus said, “So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate.For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”

A couple weeks ago, our family experienced a potentially disastrous situation. Our six-year-old grandson decided to walk seven miles from school home one day. Waylan slipped away without a teacher knowing, crossed the main highway by himself and was headed towards his house through the Reedsburg Industrial Park.

Rick’s son, Darran, hauls milk. It had been a frustrating day, with delay after delay. He headed for home much later than expected. The Foremost plant is in the Industrial Park. Driving down Dewey Street, he noticed a little boy walking by himself. At one point, the boy ducked behind a tree. After driving by the tree, he decided he to stop and see what was going on.

Imagine the emotion Darran experienced when he realized the little boy behind the tree was HIS SON. He didn’t know whether to hug him to death or give him a piece of his mind. Darran called his wife and prevented her from going into hysteria when Waylan didn’t get off the school bus. He admitted it was a good thing he got the school principle’s voice mail when he called the school. He was in a more reasonable state when they talked later.

There are several examples of grace in this story. What if Darran had not been delayed and driving down Dewey Street right at that time? When Waylan saw his Dad’s milk truck, he knew he would get into trouble if caught. But he did not see the danger of walking home by himself. Nor does he know how far seven miles is. But he was on the right path. Fortunately, Darran discovered Waylan and not someone who might have taken advantage of the situation.

I’ve been exploring grace on Sunday mornings for several weeks. We considered how God extends grace to us over and over and never gives up on us. When we have discovered God’s grace, we are to extend grace to others out of gratitude of what Jesus has done for us.

Through this series, several people have shared with me situations they are dealing with in which grace is difficult. Sometimes others question why Christians share grace. Too often we want justice for others but mercy for ourselves. Yet, at some point, should not there be accountability and knowledgement of the grace we have received by God and others?

When Darran talked with the principle, the principle was concerned why Waylan decided to walk home. Darran invited him to discover the “how” and he would explore the “why.” For Christians, grace is extended to us through Christ’s death on the cross when Jesus assumes all responsibility for our sin. Why? Because God loves you so much that God wants to make God’s kingdom completely available to you. What an amazing definition of grace.

Sometimes we choose a path that takes us into potentially dangerous situations. Sometimes we duck and hide from your love, Almighty God.  Yet, your grace comes to us with no strings attached. It is so much harder for us to extend grace and model your example. Continue to help us discover your understanding of grace. Amen

Blessings –


The Source of Peace

Apr. 2, 2013

John 20:19-2

It was still the first day of the week. That evening, while the disciples were behind closed doors because they were afraid of the Jewish authorities, Jesus came and stood among them. He said, “Peace be with you.” After he said this, he showed them his hands and his side.

It is Easter night. The disciples are holed up in the Upper Room, still scared for their lives. They are afraid to go out, anticipating that if they do, maybe they will be arrested and put to death like their good friend Jesus was. Peter and John left briefly to go to the tomb. But they quickly returned, not quite what to make of the empty tomb.

It is now evening. We’re not told how Jesus appeared in the room with them; just that he did. He stood amongst them, waiting for the disciples to take in the full weight that he was alive! For confirmation that it really was him, Jesus shows them his pierced side and his hands where the nails went through.

Listen to his first words: “Peace be with you.” Jesus knows they aren’t going to be terribly comfortable with his presence. They could get scared and crazy quickly. To prevent this, he begins by offering them peace.

These words must have been joy to the disciple’s ears. Peace! Who doesn’t want peace? After several tumultuous days, we can only imagine how the disciples desired for peace. And this is what Jesus gives them first. He knew exactly what they needed.

When life is complicated and overfull, do we not want peace? In the last several months of school shootings, church shootings, movie theater shootings and home shootings, doesn’t peace sound too good to be true? If I were a Sandy Hook survivor, a member of the Sikh Temple in Milwaukee or at the movies the night 16 people were killed at the Century 16 Movie Theater in Colorado, peace would seem hard to imagine.

Peace can be found in this world today: in the loving arms of Jesus. Jesus extends peace to us every day. His words were not only for the disciples; they are for us today. We choose whether to hear them.

Too often, peace seems so elusive. We search for it in so many places rather than from the One who can bring us peace. Quiet our souls this day. Surround us with a shroud of peace. Amen.

Blessings –


What Song Does Your Heart Sing?

Apr. 1, 2013

Luke 24:1-3

Mary Magdalene left and announced to the disciples, “I’ve seen the Lord.” Then she told them what he said to her.

Awhile back, someone shared this video with me. Please take two minutes and watch it, called, “Stethoscope.”

As we watched it during Midland’s worship yesterday, there were a variety of chuckles, especially when the “Who Let the Dogs Out” and “Bad to the Bone” songs played.

Then I asked the question and ask you the same question today. So, if I held a stethoscope up to your heart, what song would I hear play? If you consider yourself an Easter person, would it be “Hallujulah” or another Easter song? Or would it be something completely different.

Rick thought he was quite creative yesterday afternoon when he proclaimed that if a stethoscope was held up to my 15-year-old nephew, Zach, we would hear “I’m Too Sexy.” It got a chuckle or maybe more of a groan.

Before we move back to the normal programming of life, let’s linger at the empty tomb a bit longer and really ponder what kind of song our heart sings.

It’s easy to be an Easter person for one day. But truly, how does our heart sing daily? Does our daily actions portray our life in you? Challenge us to sing for you not just on Easter but every day. Amen.

Blessings –


The Wee Hours of Easter Morning

Mar. 31, 2013

Luke 24:1-3

Very early in the morning on the first day of the week, the women went to the tomb, bringing the fragrant spices they had prepared. They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they went in, they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus.

I love the Easter Sunrise Service. I look forward to watching the sun creep up and announcing with other Christian brothers and sisters, “Christ has risen! He has risen indeed!

But Easter Sunrise may also be the bane of me. I am not a good sleeper to begin with. Throw in a sunrise service and sleep is impossible. There is really no reason for sleep to evade me the wee hours of this Easter morning. I’m prepared for worship. Two different messages for two different services have been prepared since Friday. We are hosting Easter dinner this year, a first since becoming a pastor. Yet, the table is set and the food ready to pop into the oven at the appropriate time. Even the fruit for the top of the cheesecake is sliced and ready to be beautifully decorated.

As I prepared for bed, I was optimistic that I was tired enough to sleep. My main concern was not oversleeping. I dutifully set two alarm clocks to prevent a disaster. My last act of the day after climbing into bed is to pray the Lord’s Prayer. I added a couple sentences to the end last night. A silly request, I know, but it shows how human I am. “Lord God, please help me not to oversleep” as I drifted off to sleep.

The first time I looked at the clock, it was 12:59. I’ve been up and down since, trying a variety of things to get back to sleep. No success. As I ran a bath (a go-to way to get back to sleep), a thought came to me. How much sleep did those women who went to the tomb get the night before the first Easter morning?

For them, Saturday was Sabbath. By Hebrew law, they were forbidden to do any work on the Sabbath. It would have been a quiet day: time with family and worship. But this Sabbath was different. Jesus had been crucified the day before. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus had arranged for Jesus’ body to be laid in an unused tomb. There hadn’t been time to properly prepare the body. The women had agreed to go back at daybreak on Sunday morning and finish.

If I had been one of those women and knew this is what we were going to do, there is no way I would have slept the night before. Despite being emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually drained, my body would not allowed itself to slow down enough to get a good night’s rest, for fear of oversleeping, especially without a two-alarm backup system.

As early as they technically could, the ladies headed to the tomb. They had no idea another shocker awaited them. At daybreak, with dark circles under their eyes, they discovered the unnerving news that Jesus’ body was gone from the tomb.

I’m going to have to use some carefully placed makeup to try and hide the dark circles under my eyes in a couple hours. By mid-afternoon, I’ll be ready for a nap. But my Easter morning will be very different from what Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Salome experienced. The empty tomb will not be scary. It will be a spectacular reason to celebrate and proclaim, “Christ is risen indeed!”

As we prepare to worship and celebrate the risen Christ this am, I pray we can find comfort and peace in knowing that Christ the Lord is risen today!  May this story define who we are as people and Christians. Thank you loving us so much that You sent a Savior for our benefit. Amen.

Blessings –


Choosing a Last Supper

Mar. 28, 2013

Luke 22:14, 19-20

When the time came, Jesus took his place at the table, and the apostles joined him. After taking the bread and giving thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way, he took the cup after the meal and said, “This cup is the new covenant by my blood, which is poured out for you.”

If you could choose what you’d want to eat for your last meal on this earth, what would you choose? Most of us won’t get to choose this. But Jesus did.

Jesus’ last meal was the night Passover began, the Seder Meal. This is a very holy meal for Jews, with a tremendous amount of symbolism. When the Hebrew people lived in Egypt and were under the oppression of Pharaoh, God sent Moses to release the Hebrews and bring them back to the Promised Land. The Seder Meal recalls what happened the night they began to escape Egypt and reflects the same foods eaten 3,000 years ago. The lamb shank represents the sacrificial lamb slaughtered instead of the oldest son. The bitter horseradish reminds the Hebrew people of the bitterness they endured while slaves. The apple-based charosat represents the bricks and mortar the slaves were forced to make to build Pharaoh great cities. The entire meal is a metaphor for the freedom the Hebrew people experienced once they were no longer slaves.

It’s this meal Jesus chooses to make his last. While he could have chosen pizza or chicken strips or prime rib or Mexican, he didn’t. He chose the Seder Meal. In normal Jesus form, there is a twist. Matzah or unleven bread is broken into three pieces at the beginning of the Seder meal. Half of the middle piece is hidden and called the aphikomon. The aphikomon is discovered later in the meal and is the piece of matzah that Jesus used when he said, “Take eat this bread. This is my body broken for you.” Jesus is sharing that it will literally be his flesh, as the third person of the Trinity that represents all the sins of humanity.

Just after the meal, the third cup of wine was drunk, known as the cup of redemption. As Jesus instructs the disciples to drink this cup, he says, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which I poured out for you.” As he does this, Jesus says that it is HIS blood that will cover all of our sins. In this way, Jesus provided the disciples and us a way to remember and recall the sacrifice he made for us on the cross.

It was not until I was in seminary that I discovered how Jesus took the elements of the Seder Meal and redefined them for us as Christians. For Jesus, the actual food of last meal of his life was not nearly as important as using symbols from this meal to help us more clearly understand just who he was.

Tonight, we’ll share a Seder Meal at Midland. I believe it is terribly important for Christians to understand the context from which our Sacrament of Communion is derived. Why? If Jesus felt it was so terribly important to make this the last meal of his life, then we can see how important it is for us to celebrate Communion together as a Christian family.

I love good food. But this meal reminds me that Jesus’ sacrifice was very intentional and deliberate. May we all celebrate Holy Communion today and remember just what Jesus wants us to see.

Always the teacher, thank you Lord Jesus, for taking a simple but important meal and providing this as a way for us to see what your life represents. Help us to see through the symbolism of the Last Supper just why you came to this earth. May we see how you gave us this gift as a way for us to always celebrate your presence with us.  Amen.

Blessings –