eucharist

Thursday mornings are one of my favorite parts of the week. Shortly after I moved to western Maryland I started attending Thursday morning Eucharist at the Episcopal church down the street. That first morning I walked in, and I instantly had a community. They welcomed me, and invited me to join them for breakfast after communion.

I'm not Episcopalian. I don't attend there on Sunday mornings (that wouldn't be very supportive of my favorite pastor). But these people embraced me. They welcomed me into their fellowship. Together we broke bread and drank wine. 

Then we went to breakfast, and in sitting at the table and eating with these people, I experienced the true meaning of communion. When Jesus invites us to His table, He doesn't invite us to a little wafer and sip of wine. When Jesus invites us to His table, He invites us to a feast. He invites us to feast in His presence and be restored.

When I take the time to stop and savor communion, I find myself being restored. This is why I savor my Thursday morning Eucharist. 

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