My husband loves the taste of communion wine. I don't know what it is that sets it apart for him. I don't taste the difference at all. To me, red wine is red wine. When I ask him what he likes about it, he's not able to put his finger on it. "There's just something about it. It's the best stuff I've tasted." he says.
If we're drinking wine, it's usually a special occasion: a birthday, a anniversary, a long overdue visit with loved ones, a holiday - Easter, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Whenever there's a bottle of wine to be uncorked, he always asks, "Is it Blood of Christ wine? I love Blood of Christ wine!"
There's usually someone at the table who hasn't heard the question before. So what follows is my husband explaining his strange exclamation, and an interesting conversation about ritual, faith, and religion. Most times, the "churchy" talk is brief. But there's always more to share with each other as we continue our meal - new jobs, parenting struggles, fun hobbies, politics, aging parents, and remember when's.
When our bellies are full, our bodies fatigued, and our guests have left, we always say, "That was a good night. We should do more of that." What we are certain of is that whoever we are and wherever we come from, we have been pulled close and joined together on this journey.
There's no pastor and no Words of Institution. For me, it's still communion.
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