We’ve been gathering as a neighborhood home-based church for several months. When we decided to celebrate communion together, it was a unanimous decision. We all see it as an important part of gathering together.
As a group, we were all raised differently. Even with wide-ranging backgrounds I sometimes feel like the oddball since I was raised Catholic.Â I confess, by all definitions I’m not a very good Catholic anymore. But that doesn’t mean I don’t agree with some of their stances. In that vein I take communion seriously. I take it with thought and confession and as a celebration of communing with others as the Body of Christ.
So I wanted to do something special, and that got me thinking about what in my experience has made communion special. I remember vividly my First Communion. There were cross shaped earrings family members bought for me and the crucifix necklace other family members brought me… I still have all of those things. The handmade dress, and veil… I’m sure my mom still has those too. She might not have the white patent pumps I was allowed to wear, but I can picture them as easily as any other shoes I have in my closet. Communion is special, a celebration, all the cousins and grandparents came. And the bread that the church used was special. Homemade. Tasty. I wanted that bread – and that started the process that lead to my last blog.
What I didn’t expect was to find out that the process itself of making the bread is special. We all know that communion is not about the bread. But the blessing of the bread when I was little was the important part. I think the process should be full of prayer and blessing.Â It’s not that magic happens with blessing, but a miracle happens when community communes. It’s when the body of people share in the Body of Christ. That’s the miracle.