Then they began to sing.
And I realized that I was in the company not of retired nuns at St. Francis House in Dubuque, Iowa, but with songbirds.
"We come to share our story...." they sang.
Their stories not so much as retired nuns, but as redeemed children of Christ.
The story that brings them so much joy, regardless of number of their years or the condition of their flesh:
"We come to break the bread..."
The bread of life, the cup of salvation,
the soaring redemption they all share regardless of their background or origin.
"We come to know our rising from the dead."
But they know that amidst it all, they rise with Christ.
They taught me this.
Thank you, little birds.