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Commune, Communion…Communionity

We had framed our campfire with a ring of folding chairs, and I was doing the smoke-hop, bouncing from chair to chair in order to evade the smoke that seemed to inevitably find me no matter which resting spot I chose.

It was a beautiful evening in Kings Canyon National Park, one filled with a slight breeze that quickly excused the heat we had experienced all day. Our campground was carved into a scene which is difficult to recreate with words. Originally granite thousands of years ago, time and weather had turned the mountains encircling us into marble – smooth and impenetrable – carved through by a river that over time had created for itself a bed of incomprehensible beauty.

The roar of the river served as a continuous backdrop, upon which birds overlaid their chirps, fires their crackles, and children their laughter.

It was in this place of relative peace that my attention was drawn to an RV lumbering into my serenity, drowning out the natural noise and replacing it with the drone of an oversized engine tired from lugging a small house up and down these oversized mountains.

The driver’s name was Thomas, and through a thick European accent, I learned that he and his family were from Switzerland and were passing through this remote location as part of a months-long road trip. As soon as it felt natural to move on from the requisite small talk, together we marveled at our surroundings before returning to our respective campsites.

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Snicker Salad. The utterance of this phrase catapults my entire self back nearly 10 years, to the first time I was served this delightful dish by our new friends, Shelly and Eric Dirksen. Originally from Iowa, they had found their way to the Northeast where Eric and I were graduate students while our wives served the community as a teacher (Shelly) and a social worker (Erin).

The Dirksens became dear friends of ours, and when they left Massachusetts to serve as pastors in Cooke City, Montana, we all waved goodbye through tear-filled eyes, promising to see each other as often as we could.

Our planned family vacation in Kings Canyon afforded us the opportunity to reconnect with the Dirksens after nearly 7 years of being apart. Now living in Davis, CA, they are doing the difficult work of planting a church, which we were able to attend one Sunday evening.

While there were many aspects of the service with which we resonated, the most meaningful portion of it was Communion. As the service moved along, leading up to the communal engagement with the bread and wine, I expected (for denominational reasons) an invitation to join in the ceremony only if certain conditions were met.

As Eric ushered the congregation into the experience, his explanation and invitation blanketed me with grace and acceptance, with sincerity and warmth. There was no hint of superiority, of warning, or of fencing the experience. It was, as Eric stated, for all who longed to walk along the difficult yet glorious path set before us by Christ.

We, virtual strangers to the community of Christ Church in Davis, CA felt welcomed in that moment, drawn together by the presence of Christ freely offered to all.

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Our family had just begun making s’mores when Thomas and his family walked ever so cautiously over to us. As they approached it was with an expectation of being accepted, of being welcomed. Our entire family (all 15 of us!) simultaneously stood up, inched our multi-colored canvas chairs back, and added 4 more chairs to the circle.

As they looked curiously upon our ritual of marshmallow roasting, their eyes beckoned for an explanation of what we were doing. Someone in the group described the process of making s’mores, and as Thomas and his family listened, they nodded along, noting that they had heard of our American ritual but had never before experienced it.

So we stuck marshmallows on the end of sticks and taught them how to roast to perfection, then laid the hot, gooey marshmallows on top of the chocolate and sandwiched it between two pieces of graham cracker.

Their faces displayed curiosity, a bit of enjoyment, and overall, a sense of acceptance in this unique practice – a ritual experienced countless times by us, but by them just once.

It was in this moment that I realized what we were having right then was a communion service. There were certainly no words uttered about a marshmallow being the body of Christ, or the melted chocolate being his blood, but there was a connection being made between people who shared only a common place and a common meal, whose paths had crossed in the most immaculate marble cathedral ever created, and who would probably never meet again, save for the recollection of memories of that shared s’more on a starry night in the midst of a canyon named for royalty.

Two experiences of communion, two experiences of encountering Christ in unexpected ways. Friends, old and new, hewn together by the threads of hospitality, of an invitation into a shared experience.

That was communion. That was community. That is Christ.

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  1. Rod Pharris
    June 28, 2011 at 5:38 PM

    A connecting with the fact that all of life is sacramental, a potential for encounter if we are attentive.

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