There is a quiet commotion as the people leave their pews and make their way to the center aisle to receive the Body of Christ. I kneel to pray and the words come: Give us this day, our daily bread. The words take on new meaning:
Give us this day, our daily bread.
A friend recently told me that the priest has to do the communion mass every day, whether anyone comes or not. Every day. Our daily bread.
And there it is again. The Eucharist, the Body of Christ. The Lord our Righteousness. His body, His blood, His sacrifice. And we partakers. I smile. Focused on this one thing. This one thing.