As I sat in the Christmas eve communion service this past Saturday evening, I watched people go down the aisle to receive the elements. There was the older woman pulling an oxygen tank behind her; the man with a debilitating disease who was being carefully monitored by his young wife; a sister-in-law who had managed to leave her ill mother long enough for this moment; and another woman, a friend, who reached out to offer a hug and who herself, within hours, would be the victim of a fatal heart attack.
I'm not sure if it was the brokenness of the body or the love for it that overcame me.
But I wept.
Just an ordinary moment....
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