“Flawsome (adj): An individual who embraces their ‘flaws’ and knows they’re awesome regardless.”
There is something moving about the cross, chalice, and communion table at Cane Ridge, especially when there is a communion about to take place. I never fully understood communion until I began to attend First Presbyterian. In the Pentecostal church where I grew up, I only remember communion being served once a year, reserved for either elders or members or both. It wasn’t for me, or at least it didn’t feel like it was. I’ve since come to understand communion as a shared experience with others who believe that Jesus was a cool dude: enlightened would be the perfect word. He said, “Love one another as I have loved you.” He did so without judgement. We humans are judgmental beasts. I apologized to Tammy Jo for weeds growing in my flower bed. She softly replied, “No judgement. Things are the way they need to be.” In that instant I heard Jesus, God, Yahweh, the Universe, the Creator, Buddha: “No judgement. Things are the way they need to be.” Each time I sit down to a meal with a friend or my family, I share in communion with them whether they realize it or not, working to do so without judgement. I’m a work in progress.