Easter at Glen Rhodes was amazing. So is the time it has taken for me to write about! Many people were out to church, and there was a great atmosphere of joy and togetherness. The music was uplifting, and we broke bread together. Here are a couple of pictures of communion. The first one is the four of us who served that day. The next one shows choir members receiving communion.
|Plates of bread, cups of juice: could this be dangerous (in a good way?)|
|A radical act, caught on film|
Communion is one of those things that often seems to fly under the radar—a radical act of equality and sharing posing as a simple symbol of a tiny bit of bread and barely a taste of grape juice. If all food distribution was based on communion, though, we wouldn’t have hunger or need food banks. Communion is all about each person having the same share, the amount they need, with no one hoarding, no one getting rich by claiming patent rights, or driving up prices.
What communion represents is a challenge to our economy and many of the assumptions of our society. But it’s like that person who does good works and never draws attention to herself: modest to a fault. If we really appreciated what it means to break bread and share with everyone, regardless of how much they earn or give or have in the bank, their orientation, or anything else that often divides us, we would treat it like highly enriched uranium or something—dangerous stuff.
Those pictures may look tame, but they show a two thousand year Occupy movement, a revolutionary ideology, a beautiful reminder that we all God’s children, and we’ve all got a place in the choir, as the song puts it.