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My first memory of Communion was in the 1960’s. My dad and other tough men knelt at the alter with their wives in complete silence. They reverently received food and drink referencing Christ’s body and blood sacrificed for their salvation. Time stopped for a while at the rail (there were no drive byes back then). To be in communion for me means going back in time for everyone and recapture the solemnity.

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