I am in the church.The preacher is a muslim convert.He is preaching from Isaiah.He is reiterating the Word in full gusto.I listen,I pray ,I pray hard-Oh Lord please inspire me today.
The choir sings beautifully.I pray to the Lord of my heart please Lord ,inspire me.
There is a call for the Lord's supper.
The lady's line touches the door but the men's line has just four people in it.
Taking a cue from one of the old nurses I change into the men's line.
I walk up to the Lord's supper and give a reverant glance at the supper before me.
I see crumbs of ordinary chapatti ,hastily torn by the preacher into small pieces.
It deeply touches my heart.
How I forget time and again ,my master.
You have called us to eat the ordinary bread in reverence,in the memory of you.
When you are in it ,the ordinary becomes sacred.
The choir sings beautifully.I pray to the Lord of my heart please Lord ,inspire me.
There is a call for the Lord's supper.
The lady's line touches the door but the men's line has just four people in it.
Taking a cue from one of the old nurses I change into the men's line.
I walk up to the Lord's supper and give a reverant glance at the supper before me.
I see crumbs of ordinary chapatti ,hastily torn by the preacher into small pieces.
It deeply touches my heart.
How I forget time and again ,my master.
You have called us to eat the ordinary bread in reverence,in the memory of you.
When you are in it ,the ordinary becomes sacred.
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