I over heard a little toddler on Sunday with a voice of longing as the Sacrament began. "I want bread, I want water......I am hunngggryy. My mind was immediately drawn to my own purpose in attending church that day. It was to partake of the Sacrament and I had a longing of my own.
The Sacrament is a ritual in many churches, with various ways of expressing it and interpreting it. For me, I am a Mormon, a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. This weekly opportunity to partake of the Sacrament for many of our faith becomes quite ordinary, hardly a thought to it. Many times I have partaken out of habit, out of repetition, almost like a form of deja vu, an instant replay. Today was different for me. I had a longing deep inside, a need to fill, I was hungry.
I had come symbolically to be fed by the Sacrament. Just like the miracle of the loaves and fishes I knew that God could feed me, fill me up, make me whole and heal me. I needed to renew my spirit and get ready for another week out in the world. I needed to be refreshed and made clean. Not perfect but clean. This was why I had come, this was mine to receive.
I was grateful for that little voice behind me who reminded me fully of why I was there.......I want bread, I want water....I am hungry!