Derived from Latin ‘communio’ (sharing in common).

I hope to blog soon about our overall experience of being in California for almost the entire month of August. But there is one thing, one feeling – it was one night really – that I just need to get off my chest before I can delve into such topics as; Cheese:How I miss thee, La Quinta Inn Rancho, 23 Reason that tri-tip and pizza are the greatest foods on Earth, and Flat Tire vs. Getting to the Airport on Time. I know you can’t wait. Now this:

Being with the people that know the most about your life (like who you really truly are and where you’re coming from) can be a deeply spiritual affair. Especially when it includes a late night dinner filled with hot curry, the occasional clinking together of bottlenecks to salted rims, the systematic destruction of a large bag of M&M’s, and that one kind of laughter that sucks your breath away and leaves you unable to do anything but squint and point a weak finger at so-and-so because they said such-and-such and it was so funny that you are actually crying and fearful that you may at any moment wet your pants but you don’t care because, on top of everything else, you share a love both of and by Jesus that is so mutual and so intrinsic to who you all are that it really doesn’t matter if you do or say the most rotten, ridiculous, or retarded things because this kind of love transcends all dumbassness… and when you get home you realize how much you needed a night just like that. A night to be stupid, grateful, joyous, nostalgic, and so utterly amazed at where life has brought you because things have changed so much, yet, here you are together again, laughing, remembering, anticipating the future…it’s like some long forgotten form of Communion.

When we broke the bread, and took the cup, and ate the M&M’s, we remembered You. When we laughed and laughed and laughed (so hard we might have peed a little), we remembered You. In the wee hours of the morning when we could barely keep our eyes open but we fought to hold onto those fleeting moments of community where we were filled up with Faith and Hope and Love…we remembered why, and it was You.


1 Comment

  1. Missionaries in La Ceiba, Honduras on August 28, 2009 at 9:36 am

    All I can say is double thumbs up! About the cheese…about the laughing until you … well…. I just won't say it 🙂 (I'm thinking more like milk out of your nose kind of thing…) but I see no reference to In-N-Out…hmmm…

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