tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296909120442634159.post8874220881883629467..comments2010-08-20T14:53:53.278+02:00Comments on Live Love Daily: One Question…Is it Ok to Question?Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06340267061387518816noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5296909120442634159.post-59303978737960152972009-02-07T19:52:00.000+02:002009-02-07T19:52:00.000+02:00When I was a little girl in the FIrst Methodist Ch...When I was a little girl in the FIrst Methodist Church I believe I had a more realistic view of what communion should be. As in most Methodist churches, our communion wasn't passed in the pews. We went to the front to take communion. Being small, in a big church, I couldn't see the front of the church, but I knew that once in a while my brothers and I would wait in the pews while my father and grandmother would go down front for communion. (My mother usually skipped those Sundays because she had a fear of being in front of large groups of people!) I don't remember the exact discussion with my father of why they left for a while, but I can still, to this day, picture exactly the same picture my little created from his explanation. When I close my eyes I see my father with his hand on my Mammy's shoulder guiding her down the aisle. As they approach the minister there are friendly hellos and handshakes. Then my Mammy and my dad (just the two of them) sit down at a round kitchen table and proceed to have some homemade bread from a big crusty loaf and some wine. They talk and eat and laugh. Then they say their good-byes and head back to us in the pew. I thought everyone just waited patiently in the pews until it was their turn. In my mind THAT is communion. Now that I am an adult, I take traditional communion, but long for the day that it's my turn to sit at the big table and have COMMUNION.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16523909167293722624noreply@blogger.com