Preparing to preach the bread of life for the last time this cycle, I’m thinking I’ll probably use this story (a-guide-dog-at-holy-communion.html) of a blind man who is led to the communion rail every Sunday by his guide dog, a labrador, who sits patiently gazing at the altar while he waits for the man to receive his bread and wine.
“They are good dogs,” the man agreed. “Their respect for food is very deep. That is why he understands the eucharist. He grasps it not as an idea but in its real depths. It is food. He knows that.”
And then I took a walk and reminded of other creatures who are hungry for bread.
And of my brothers and sisters who are just hungry.