This morning I go to mass to receive the body and blood of our Lord.
To drink from the same cup of communion that was shared by Augustine and all the saints.
To be reminded that I don’t worship in isolation, but as part of a community extending through time and eternity.
And that God doesn’t just nourish us through the Bible, but through the ordinary things of this world.
I can’t wait.
Sketches By Boze 