Today was world communion Sunday.
I went to church a block down the street, at Rainbow Mennonite Church.
The pastor preached about the idea that all across the world today thousands, or millions, or who-knows-how-many people are participating in communion. They may call it by different names, they may use different types of breads or cups, they may have different beliefs about the event, but in the end, are we not all celebrating the same thing? My thoughts took this sermon a step further: Christianity, and religion for that matter, has so many different faces to it, different ideas, different beliefs, different practices, but are we not all getting at the same thing?
As a group from this church is preparing to embark on a Service and Learning Trip to Guatemala next week, the church decided to do something new (at least to me) for communion. For our "bread" in communion, we partook of corn tortillas. We were encouraged to remember that corn is such an essential staple, the "grain of life" for so many people across the globe, particularly in Latin America. I appreciated this subtle twist that encouraged me to think about those partaking in communion, and practicing religion, in different ways around our world.
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