Easter Monday, 2010. Yesterday our priest preached a fabulous homily about practicing resurrection. I had, just the day before, decided to do just that: for each of the next 365 days I would partake of Communion on a daily basis. And, I would reflect on what Communion means across the communion of Christians and how the daily discipline altered how I came to the altar.
The bread is God’s; the mistakes in interpretation, terminology and grammar are mine. I am not a trained theologian or liturgist or, for that matter, writer. I am confident, perhaps more confident than I am about how I will fulfill this mission, that gentle correction will find its way to these pages. I am, however, equally confident, that an enquiring mind and an open heart will reveal answers years of training could not uncover. And so, I begin seeking, in a disciplined way, to understand the daily bread for which I pray.
Give us this day our daily bread: the first of the requests enumerated in the Lord’s Prayer. Give me this day a slice of spirituality, a multi-grained awareness marbled with scripture and prayer. Let it rise and, if it falls, let it be crisp and flavorful. Give us this day our daily bread. Make it hearty and nutritious and wholesome, so that sustained by this bread, I can move on…to forgive…to resist temptation…and to enter the heavenly kingdom. Alleluia, amen!
