In my church family, we usually take Communion on the first Sunday of the month. As I've mentioned before, Communion is a precious time for me, on many levels. But what I love most is to watch my church family gather at the different 'stations' and, one by one, humbly take a bit of bread and 'wine' (we use grape juice). My heart jumps into my throat when I see that we are essentially a room full of broken people, made whole again only by the blood of Jesus. How I wish I could hear everyone's story as they stood in line! Maybe in heaven, we will have the time...
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