I still vividly remember the first time that I received the Body and Blood of Christ. Though, I’m not sure I knew that’s what it was. I’m certain I didn’t really know what it meant, even if I knew what it was called. I was pretty young. Let’s say around four years old. I was at church with my grandmother, and she turned to me and said, “today you’re going to receive communion”. “Um, OK”, I said.
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