Communion is a source of stress for me as someone who is gluten-free. It’s hard feeling unwanted and unloved at the table because my body genetically cannot deal with gluten. It’s harder still to come to the table to a rice cracker loving bought at CostCo, but do not realize it’s the cheese flavored one (Bad for two reasons: also diary-free and cheese doesn’t go well with grape juice). To distill down my feelings on not being able to take communion in a congregation, Communion is union, and not having one body because the gluten-free bread is to the side is not union.
How do we come to the table? As a United Methodist we have an open table where all are welcomed. We break the bread and pour the grape juice to share with everyone. My humanity has been broken for you and not everyone is able to come to the table. That’s how I see it, the table is barred.
Barred for my sisters and brothers (and those who don’t fit the gender binary) who are bravely out and proud, the clergy who were #calledout in unsafe annual conferences, for women who have chosen that abortion is best for them, for women and children seeking an equal voice, and for those of us who want to protect the beauty of creation.
The table may not be open to all, but God’s creation is because morning has broken. The good news is that morning has also broken, the how I want my humanity to be broken for you. You cannot bar any of God’s creation from morning being broken and the mutuality of creation.
Morning has broken like the first morning; blackbird has spoken like the first bird. Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Praise for them, springing fresh from the Word!
Sweet the rain’s new fall sunlit from heaven, like the first dewfall on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden, sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning born of the one light Eden saw play! Praise with elation, praise every morning, God’s recreation of the new day!
If we cannot be in union at Eucharist, we can be in communion in nature. As much as we tried to legislate at General Conference, we cannot legislate God’s creation and bar parts of that creation from witnessing morning being broken.
I am choosing to my humanity to be broken, not like the bread being broken, but morning has broken. No one can take away morning being broken for you or me, The United Methodist Church cannot pass legislation that would prevent us from living in and with God’s creation.
Again, the good news is that morning has broken, and it will break for you every day. There is hope, there is creation, there is my humanity, and there is my hope.
Lyrics from Morning Has Broken come from The United Methodist Hymnal (ed. 1989) page 145.