I guess when Jesus initiated the meal we
call ‘Communion’ or ‘Love Feast’ or ‘Eucharist’ or whatever, it was more about
our hearts – a celebration of being free and fully alive because of His body
broken – and less about bread versus wafers, wine versus grape juice, etc.
Yesterday Cam wanted to play
church-church in the playroom.
‘Mom, Scott is going to preach, and you
must play piano. I will lead worship on the drums.’
We pretended to play and bang and sing
and Scotty quietly ate play-dough.
Then:
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