07.2.2012 Communion with Uncle Ken
I’m frequently glib, with these pictures, mostly because glib is what I do, and it’s easier and quicker and more likely to be read and enjoyed than ponderous or weighty, but just this once, shit’s about to get real.
I belong to an ancient and beautiful tradition. I forget that, and I try to downplay it, because who wants to be the girl on tumblr talking about Jesus, but the fact is that what I believe is beautiful, and a part of me. And today, when Ken served us communion, I wept because I’d forgotten that, and because I’ve even been ashamed of it. Somehow when Ken was talking about it something changed and I realised that I don’t have to be pushing my opinions awkwardly when I celebrate my life. I can just be celebrating. I am thankful for that.
Communion has never been a big deal for me but I quite like it now. It basically is a symbol, a reminder that our Lord gave his body for us. When we take it, we are part of a legacy of love and reconciliation and sacrifice and I think that is wonderful. Also it was damper and tea, which is nice.
Thanks for listening.