With Six You Get Egg Roll

A ladies' brunch among friends, specifically in this instance, friends from Sunday School, is one of the best places in the world to bond as only women know best.  Riding over with a newer member of the class, I told her that she would learn more about her friends there than she would in five years of regular Sunday School attendance.  On Sunday mornings we simply don't have enough time to share those colorful, interesting pieces of the fabrics which knit our lives together into a virtual crazy quilt of friendship.

"Whatever is said at the brunch stays at the brunch" has become a time honored code of silence among us; no one wants to bare their soul only to have it re-hashed in the market place.  I think that it's an honor for this group of wonderful, wise, Christian women to think that I am worthy of knowing their secret joys and personal pain.  It is in an atmosphere of caring and non-confrontation that we will share our fears, misgivings and a hope for tomorrow knowing that we are loved just like I'd like to think that Mary and Elizabeth loved each other more than 2000 years ago.  I can just picture those two: one pregnant with the One Who would forever change the world and the other with one who would herald His way, sharing coffee and secrets and laughing and crying together as they faced the uncertainty of the impending deliveries.  Things haven't changed much along the way I suppose.   Although there are none in our group with "impending deliveries"(most of us are a good 10 years past that biological clock or the "tick" is definitely a lot slower than the "tock") we have children, grandchildren and husbands who light our way and who sometimes singe us with the candle.  It is the Christian friends like these who make up our "quilt of friendship" and who help us to know how to pray for our loved ones.  Since I may be getting dangerously close to breaking the code of silence here I'll say little more except to say that the Holy Spirit, our "Comforter" sustains us when the candle gets a little too close for comfort.  And isn't it ironic that we often call a quilt a "comforter"?  How appropriate!