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ACT 23: AT YOUR TABLE APRIL 1, 2022 Let's begin today with a song. Have a listen to the words, and the song's message and then read on into today's post. Imagine a long, beautifully prepared table where everyone has a seat. You find your name card and sit between two people you’ve never met before. The cutlery glistens in the light of flickering candelabras, as the slowly building chatter of conversation begins. After introductions, bread is broken and passed around. Gradually, laughter and easy conversation flows. As you eat, the woman beside you, a recent refugee, tells a story about her young daughter’s first day of school and how she cried while watching her enter the building. Over dessert, the man on your other side talks about growing up in Ghana, West Africa. He says he remembers the smell of home—cocoa and bonfire smoke—and tells you how much he misses it. You share your story, too, finding it easier than you anticipated to tell two strangers your thoughts and f