Communion

I have seen my fair share of communion stories. I have seen double-dippers, kids finishing off the little cups left behind from those who just left the prayer rail, first-timers, old-timers, graham crackers and grape juice, cheesy-jalapeno bread (little mishaps at the bakery can lead to nontraditional flavors of Jesus), and my very own non-drinking husband nearly choking the first time he took communion at a Lutheran church and realized it was straight-up red wine.

Sometimes I feel as though I have seen it all, and cannot be surprised by much. It is in times like those that God reminds me of the holiness of sacred communion in a way that hushes me into reverent silence. I love that.

Communion is indeed a sacred and holy action. This week we’ll be serving up our musings on the power of that special bread and wine and how it has shaped our faith.

There is significance in knowing that despite our differences in traditions, as the old hymn says, “we are one”:

“One bread, one body, one Lord of all, one cup of blessing which we bless.

And we, though many, throughout the earth, we are one body in this one Lord.”