more bread, please
I remember the first time I was asked to help serve communion at church. It felt very sacred and holy to me. As I held out a glass of grape juice and prayed over those who came and dipped their bread in the cup, I was overwhelmed by the act. I realized that this is what our lives are supposed to be like. We are called to hold out the body and blood of Jesus to the world , to show the world what His Kingdom is like. A couple of weeks ago, my pastor husband was serving communion at church, and when one of our congregants came up to receive , h e asked if he could have a big piece of bread because he was hungry. M y husband tore off a big chunk of bread and gave it to him. I chuckled when he told me this story later, but it also made me pause. It made me wonder if sometimes we don't take enough bread . I wonder if maybe we should all be asking for big pieces of bread . Recently, a four year old in our community was killed in a tragic accident. My soul ached. A woman I know