15 February 2012
The pastor says these words, holding high the bread, breaking it, pouring the wine. And then we are invited to take, to eat, to take part in the remembrance, but also to join in communion together.
To unite as one body, taking the remembrance of flesh and blood, broken and spilled for our sins.
To remember the act of grace that washed us clean.
Christ, dwelling among us, filling all the empty spaces.
And we sit, we pray silently, and then as a congregation.
Our words, rising up to God on high. A fragrant incense of love and adoration.
Blood spilled, body broken.
I'm longing for it today.
This is what fellowship is all about.
This is Church.
This is communion.