Part of what defines my Episcopal spirituality is communion: the gathering of the body of Christ, in sacred time, in sacred space, to experience the truth of God and one another. The challenge, for me, is to remain open to how and when communion can happen. I am thankful for reminders like the one given to me by Kaze Gadway, that communion is not restricted to Sunday mornings or the four walls of church. Communion is not held captive by words or vestments. The building and the liturgy is not the origin of communion; God is.
Invisible, by Kaze Gadway
He is talking to himself, waving his hands in front of his face. I motion for him to follow me to a nearby café where I buy him breakfast. I eat a bagel while he munches on a burrito. He stares into space sometimes talking to someone I cannot see. When he finishes his coffee I go refill it. I'm not sure that I am ever visible to him. It doesn't matter.
I don't know the name of his mental illness or where he sleeps at night. He isolates himself in his own world.
I know he is an important part of Creation and that his life is as sacred as mine. We never do talk. When he is finished we go outside and he walks off.
It was a beautiful moment of communion.