Our Sunday morning communion at the bothy on the Isle of Harris, set on our dining table, quite fit for the communion meal.
My Gordon clan scarf graced the table, the wine was left by our host, and the bread was a simple slice of oatcake. A celtic cross taken from Ken's backpack. Wildflowers picked from outside the bothy front door completed the communion table.
In our souls and in our physical world, this communion touched and completed us...as Christians and as a couple. It was an outward and visible sign of an inward and tangible grace.
Thanks be to God.
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