Sunday we passed the bread.
Today, we pick up everything else.

The tablecloths come off. The dishes go back to the cupboard. The sanctuary feels a little quieter. But the truth of Communion — that deep, humbling reminder that we belong to one another — is still echoing somewhere underneath it all.

It’s easy to think Communion is just about that moment: the bread, the cup, the words we know by heart. But the real work starts when we leave the table.
When we go back into a world that is hungry — for kindness, for grace, for someone to notice.

Yesterday we said: “This is my body, given for you.”
Today we ask: “What will I give for others?”

Maybe it’s as small as listening without checking your phone.
Maybe it’s as big as forgiving someone you didn’t think you could.
Maybe it’s simply remembering that you are loved — and living like that’s true.

The miracle of Communion isn’t just that Jesus fed His friends.
It’s that He’s still feeding us — through each other.
Every act of grace, every small mercy, every table made a little bigger — that’s the meal continuing.

So if you’re reading this while sipping coffee or scrolling between tasks, take a deep breath and remember:
You are still part of the table.
The bread you broke yesterday is the love you can share today.

“Because there is one loaf, we who are many are one body.” – 1 Corinthians 10:17

How might you carry the spirit of Communion into the places you work, rest, and live this week?