Sharing communion last Sunday, with a congregation divided by our US border fence, reminded me just how much work remains to be done in remembrance of Christ. Our border much more easily dismembers the human community.The broken bread, handed through the fence in violation of the US Customs rules our Border Patrol says they're to enforce, became a vivid symbol of our own division. In sharing it, we mark our belonging together.
It seems to me that whatever border policies we might choose for our national interests are irrelevant to our call to see one another as brothers and sisters in Christ across this fence. In our Christian practice, if we are going to take Christ's salvation seriously, we must be willing to share this sacrament across anything that might seek to divide us.
Of course, once you've shared in holy moments together, it's hard to imagine advocating for a policy that would treat others as anything less than people of infinite worth.
I suppose that's part of why I love communion so much: it makes Jesus real. Sharing the broken bread helps me know and taste that Jesus really meant those wild and crazy things he said.