Beloved, when evening comes, wherever we are, wherever we find ourselves, may we make welcome to one another, crafting home from these places we have been sent, serve, called, drifted, fled for, journeyed to, sought. For we already belong here, because we are born, and we already have responsibilities for where we are now and where we are from and where we will be next, responsibilities born from breathing, responsibilities from living and dreaming and doing and hoping and laughing and singing and praying and caring and fearing and forgiving and failing and aspiring and trying every day of our lives. Beloved, when evening comes, wherever we are, wherever we find ourselves, may we feed one another with kindness and with joy, share meals together and stories that matter and seek together hope and commitment to loving so boldly our responsibilities are a discipline of joy, reasons for thanksgiving. Once we have the habit of giving thanks, the world is rendered beautiful even amid trials and struggles, and we are so glad to be part of it, to do what we can to aid and abet goodness however we might. Beloved, when evening comes, wherever we are, wherever we find ourselves, may we offer one another homecoming, knowing better our neighbors, changing strangers to friends, foes to family, caring for this place we are now, whence we came, and wither we are going, caring with heart and with hope, with love and with generous laughter. Amen.