Imagine the biggest kitchen table in the world. Imagine it covered with good things - ripe fruits, aromatic breads fresh from the oven, delicious wine and sweet spring water. Imagine the colours, and the fragrance, the flavours. A feast for all the senses.
Imagine people coming to this table from all directions. From every country. Long lines of walkers and runners and dancers; those being carried and those being helped along the way. The many hues of skin and hair and eyes. Dresses and trousers, dashikis and saris, kimonos and chamantos moccasins and mukluks. There is singing and drumming and laughter and friendship.
And when we all finally arrive there is plenty for everyone. Someone raises a loaf of bread for all to see and breaks it. Another pours a cup of wine and lifts it high. Around us we hear many languages all saying the same words. “This is my body which was broken for you." And then, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Drink this in remembrance of me.”
And with those word we know we are home. We know we are among our family - the family of God. The Body of Christ.
This is how I imagine World Communion Sunday.
Come on Sunday and share the Bread of Life and the Cup of Blessing with family.
God bless you!