I love Sundays. Well, I love one particular event on Sundays.
The Lord's supper, the Eucharist, communion, whatever you call it-- is a time of great depth and importance and meaning.
Pages upon pages have been written on this topic, but today I'll focus on one of many reasons why it's special for me.
I imagine that time as a sacred place where Christians all over the world are united at the table with Jesus. As I reflect, faces and names and memories of my brothers and sisters throughout the world go through my mind. And even though we're far in geography, culture, and language, we're together in spirit for that time.
I've left pieces of my heart all over the world and my friends have taken some with them as they've gone out, too. Goodbyes are awful, but reunions are sweet. One day we'll witness the greatest reunion of all, but for now I think I get a little taste of it every Sunday morning.
Yet another time when saudade is just too perfect...