Wide-Eyed Wonder:Communion

On Saturday I sit right here—pouring my heart out one stroke at a time—when he goes in his office and closes the door. I know what this means and I quietly leave my writing—press my body up against the wall and listen. And when those lonely guitar chords drift through the door, I close my eyes and let his music sing to me. He is getting ready for Sunday.
Every Saturday is the same—I get to worship a day early and I stand in awe of my husband’s gifts and the way God has answered this woman’s prayers beyond anything I could have ever imagined. But this Sunday? It’s World Communion Day and my husband prepares special music for the service and I—I am so privileged to be asked to give the invitation to the table. So I do—I say the lovely words my pastor prepares for me—the words I’ve memorized about Christians all over the world celebrating with us this day. Only I get a little tongue-tied when I bring those faces to mind. And I feel the weight of the body as I take it in my hand.
We are in this together, my pastor says.
The world stays in the dark a little longer this time of year and it makes me feel tired and want to eat. The beans keep giving and tonight I comb my fingers through their vines again and glean another pot full of those long green sheaths. The boys are tired of green beans and I’ve put my canner up for the season so I stand at the sink and string them down, thinking of my co-workers who will be treated with these plump pods at our potluck tomorrow. It’s not a fancy dish and maybe they won’t even eat them…but it gives me joy to bring their faces to mind and I smile as I spray down the sink.
We’re in this together.
And I think about communion and how it’s more than a meal and I wonder…isn’t every meal communion? When we sit and eat and open our hearts to each other—isn’t Christ there?
I chop an onion and scrape it into the pot with the beans…add a little salt.
How wonder-full to know that I am not alone.

With my sweet friends Michelle,Jen, and Jennifer: 


This is my day 6 of joining the 31 day-ers. They’ve ignited a fire and the flame of their passion is contagious. I know myself too well to say I’ll post every day…but I promise to try. If it sounds inviting to you and you don’t mind coming late to the party (like me), you can read more about the wave at The Nester’s place. She’s the hostess with the mostest.


  1. Donna says

    Oh beans! We have just started planting our vege garden on this side of the world, and I can’t wait for the beans to come up again!
    I love that you get two worship times on the weekend – does he know that you come and listen?
    And yes, we’re all in this together 🙂 Just thinking about meals and sharing food and hearts, that does sound exactly like communion.
    So what are meals when we share food, but not hearts?
    Just some thoughts…

  2. says

    This has been one of the sweetest things about my pastor training,Diana–participating in the table this way. Does it always stay so special? I don’t want this feeling to ever leave…

  3. says

    add a little salt…

    “You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.
    “You are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden. Nor do they light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on a lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house.
    Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.”
    ~ Matthew 5:13-16

  4. Lindalouise says

    Yes. Oh Laura, I do so love the way you take simple truth and write it out in words that go straight to the heart. You slow my breathing and bring such peace.

  5. says

    Thank you, Linda. You are more than kind. I am finding that when I open my eyes to wonder…there are too many things to take down. So I just open my eyes wider and sit with the wonder. Such a precious gift.

  6. says

    Thank you, Maureen. I’m glad these feelings come across. This beauty of these Saturday mornings…I think poetry would paint it better. But my poetry is waiting for me somewhere right now. I need to catch up with it soon.

  7. Chelsea Maxwell says

    I absolutely love the way you write…I can’t say it enough. Everytime I read, I feel so much peace. Thanks for sharing your gift with the world. Be blessed 🙂

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