My only purpose in driving almost 2 hours each way to go to church yesterday was to partake of the Holy Communion. It turned out that the service schedule was a little different from the one I was used to (in Chicago church). I had a hard time trying to keep Xuanie awake. The sermons felt super long-winded, and by 2 p.m. the foot-washing was not even done. Finally, we made it. Xuanie didn’t like the bread (just as he does not like most food). But, he wanted more of the grape juice, and was upset he couldn’t. I find that cute. He’s too young to appreciate the significance yet, so I don’t think this is being irreverent.
This is his 2nd Holy Communion. May he have a part with God always, and be raised again when Christ comes again.
