So, are we taking communion? or living communion? or partaking? or participating? or receiving? or simply eating together? Sometimes I’m pretty sure that the Lord’s Supper affirms my identity, it’s a feast for my body and my soul, other times it’s just crackers and juice and ritual, and then holy communion arrives when I least expect, on street curbs and folding chairs.
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