Speaking of stories, I shared the story of my daughter's first communion with some people from my congregation last night. One of the women told me the story of her daughter's first communion -- at the same congregation but a number of years ago.
Her daughter, like mine, saw that how you held your hands was the key to receiving the host but every week the pastor would simply give her a blessing, and every week she would make a grumpy face. One week, after blessing her and moving on, he noticed her grumpy face, said to himself, "I just can't do that," and stepped back and gave her the bread.
At this point, she held the host over her head and shouted, "I got it!"
We should all be so happy every week!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
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That's a great story!
"At this point, she held the host over her head and shouted, "I got it!""
I grew up in a tradition that put a rather low view on the Eucharist, I can recall my own feelings of receiving the bread and the wine as I slowly came to the strong conviction that it indeed is the flesh and blood of the Lord.
I loved the story.
God bless.
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