I shall be telling this story with much tender loving care....
A very good friend told me the story about his daughter's funeral....she was killed when she lost control of her car. Fortunately, the older couple she hit did survive. At the funeral, when he went to the communion rail, all he could say was--"Thank you for her life." Imagine even getting that much out from a broken heart.
The word "Eucharist" literally means "thanksgiving"--a profound thanks for the "gifts of God for the people of God," as we say in Episcopal service. When we drink the death of the Son, we partake in his resurrection to Life that God gives. Is it possible for us even to behold and receive such grace to mutter "thank you?"
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