Once upon a time, there were a group of newly-minted professionals fresh out of college who came upon each other at church, formed a fellowship group, and called it Poiema. To this day, no one seems to know what it means, but for the many of us who spent our twenties together, Poiema still means “Friend!”
So on a whim, I sent out an email on a Friday morning inviting Poeima over for a taco dinner on Saturday evening. The thing planned itself over a day of emails, and 30 people arrived at our doorstep at the appointed time.
It was evenly split between kids and adults, but while the adults all knew each other well, all the kids knew some of the kids but no one knew all the other kids. And it was crazy, chaotic, and beautiful.
One of my favorite moments was when Ann or Laurie noticed that the 4 boys all named after beloved Pastor Scott were there. We had to get a picture.
I’m hoping someone has a better shot than these of Kai Scott, Brendon Scott, Parker Scott, and Wesley Scott.
A mother oughtn’t brag, but I think I’ve got the biggest hellion.