Yesteday morning our little family of four gathered in the living room for our own version of church. It began like many families practice on Sunday mornings with a little fight. This was actually one reason why we chose this year to take a break from our church, there was too much madness getting out the door.
After our two children settled their differences we proceeded to share some kind words and to create our own version of communion. Our homemade sourdough bread needed more salt and was going stale, so it made the perfect substitute for the Catholic Eucharist. Too early in the morning to open a bottle of wine, the white grape juice in the refrigerator was a tasty fill in. Instead of forming a line and having one person give out the communion, we rotated the bread bowl in a circle with a new person offering not only the bread but their own creative words of choice. “Take this, may it nourish your body, mind and soul,” I offered to my daughter. “I love you daddy,” she said to my hubby offering her bread of love. “You are perfect and whole just as you are,” hubby shared with our son. “You are my hero, you teach us to be the bread of life for the other,” my son looked me square in the eye as tears rolled down my cheeks. My own saltiness to add to my homemade version of communion.
Not being blessed by a priest, but blessed by our own tears nourishing us throughout the rest of the day to be Christ for each other as we continued the practice of being family. Of falling down and helping each other back up. Of being strength for the other, the hero in the madness, the friend in the circle, holding on with love. Doesn’t get more holy than that. More nourishing or more life giving.
Jenny Gwinn McGlothern is a Certified Transformational Life Coach, Retreat Leader and Writer. You can find her on FaceBook, http://www.FaceBook.com/MamaNeedsARefill or visit her website: http://www.mamaneedsarefill.com