In the act of communion, something essential happens among us. Standing at the table, bread in one hand, cup in the other, we recall not just a story from long ago, but the lived realities of suffering and resistance. This moment is not symbolic; it is real. It names injustice, holds grief, and renews our commitment. We remember the prophets, the wounded, the unheard, and those still waiting. Eucharist is not comfort; it is confrontation and communion. We do not come to the table as spectators. We come as people accountable to the suffering and as participants in a deeper justice. The body broken and the cup poured remind us what it means to belong—to one another, and to the call of love.
Go now in the strength of shared remembrance,
committed to justice, bound together
by the love that calls us to act.
(inspired by Yolanda Pierce, The Wounds Are the Witness; M. Shawn Copeland, Enfleshing Freedom)