Our church has communion every Sunday. There are usually two tables, both containing a loaf of bread and a large cup of juice. Each person simply goes to one of the tables, tears off a piece of bread, dips it in the juice, and eats.
Matt was holding Eli as he went to take communion this morning. Eli saw the table and said, "Bread." Matt dipped a piece in the juice and gave it to Eli.
Once we were all seated again, Eli came over to me and said, "More bread." The folks around us giggled, and Grampa gave him a bag of goldfish crackers instead.
Eli is only 19 months old, so he doesn't understand the significance of communion yet. But someday he will. And I pray that on that day he will still have a desire for "more bread."
More bread....
More of You, Jesus.
Yes, this is my prayer.
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