Last night we sat down to our family evening and broke bread together, Communion style. Candles were lit, meatballs and home made red sauce consumed, tiny portions of red juices taken to symbolize the blood, garden grown spinach topped with American salad dressing mix devoured. It was a meal to remember. A meal where God¹s presence was tangible. We talked with the kids about Passover, about how it was turned into a feasting with Jesus, a celebration of his life and death. We talked about how Jesus desires to feed us with Himself and the feeding of the five thousand as we broke into a beautifully round and crunchy loaf of home made wheat bread. I was reminded that the sometimes tiresome work of making break to keep my family fed is born for me by Jesus who promises never to run out, grow moldy or be consumed by tiny ants. I think this is the first communion where I ever met my brother Jesus so closely or sat by the feet of Daddy-God and leaned into Him so deep. It was just us, good food, a Bible and open ready THIRSTY hearts. It doesn¹t get better than that.