I was carrying a wooden tray with little cups of grape juice out into Worcester Common, past our little circle of worshipers toward the folk simply hanging out in the park. I'd lost the woman serving bread, so continued by myself. I came up to a woman on a bench.
"Do you want communion?"
"What?" The woman looked up from her book.
"Communion. Do you want the cup of forgiveness?"
She looked surprised. "I need that!"
I giggled. "Me too. Will you serve me?"
And we shared.
For my organized thoughts, see my book Five Loaves, Two Fish, Twelve Volunteers: Developing Relational Food Ministries. In this spot are thoughts that appear for a moment--about food programs, mission, church, building community, writing, and whatever else pops into my head.