My husband and I recently started going to a new church. We didn't know anyone; we didn't know a lot of the songs sang at worship. Because it was the first Sunday of the month, they had communion. Finally, something familiar.
Same wafers, same plastic cups with juice, same Scripture read. It was a relief to have something familiar among all of the difference.
That is until the cup was blessed. The pastor said a prayer and we drank. I nearly spit out my juice, I looked at my husband and he had nearly done the same. It was not the familiar grape juice we had expected, instead it was...Read More