At the newcomer lunch I was at on Sunday, a parishioner whom everyone agrees embodies welcome told the story of a beloved, now deceased, parishioner who was the legendary welcomer-in-chief of the congregation who gave a load of bread to each newcomer to the community. In telling his story, and giving a load of bread to each person at the newcomer lunch, she was not engaging in nostalgia. No, she was embodying a double measure of his spirit and passing that spirit of welcome on to everyone gathered that day.