I had the privilege this weekend of celebrating communion in the two parishes I've been serving as interim moderator.
I celebrated in three different sanctuaries on Sunday but, in each, I was behind the communion table and it was left to elders to distribute the elements among the congregation. Today, however, in the intimacy of a sheltered housing complex in the parish, it was good to get "up close and personal" with folk as the sacrament was shared. Helping gnarled, arthritic fingers select a piece of bread. Assisting trembling hands to grasp a cup of wine. This felt like communion, honouring the whole church in heaven and on earth.