The last two times I’ve been a part of communion at our church, there were some strange little wafers in the tray that looked like a cross between sand dollars and subway tokens. I wondered whether someone had forgotten the regular “communion bread” and had to use these cheap-looking imitations.
Last Sunday, though — the second time I saw these wafers — I tried to make something out of it. I paused with one in my hand and thought, “This is a wafer. It looks strange. But it looks like a coin … a token that represents something.”
I think that thought-effort led my spirit, for a few moments, to the essence of the vertical aspect of communion. . . .