My daughter tugged on my arm, her green eyes pleading for me to come closer. With her lips to my ear, she pointed at the tiny cups and fragments of bread. Mommy, is it time for samples yet? she asked.
Her five-year-old understanding caught me off guard, and I didnt hide my smile well. You mean Communion? I said. Soon, baby, soon.
Its her favorite part of church. The sip of juice, the nibble of cracker. And when we take it together, she tells us what Communion means: Jesus gave his body for...
Published on April 08, 2020 21:32