Breaking Bread

I broke bread this morning. It wasn't breakfast. It was a meal of celebration. A meal of friendship. Teammates and colleagues from Thailand, Kenya, China, Ukraine, America, Mexico, and England around a simple meal of some crackers and juice. A meal of remembrance. The writers of the New Testament sometimes call it 'communion' or 'eucharist' (meaning 'thanksgiving') or the 'Lord's Supper'. Both a solemn moment and a joyful moment it was. Jesus was with us.