I walked a silent path this Sunday morning. None of the other walkers asked where I was last Sunday or if I had been walking another path. No one criticized any other trail as being too fundamental or too worldly.
Some walkers were solitary. Others walked as couples, some holding hands, and the make up of the couples didn't matter.
And so I took communion; without rule or restriction, without barrier, conduit or interpreter.
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