The celebration of Jesus’ last supper is always a “thin” space for me. As I celebrate it I remember so many things. Of course the main reason for remembrance is the sacrificial gift of Christ himself in his death and resurrection. I also remember times past; times when I have shared in this sacrament with people I loved – love still but am not with physically any more. Saints who have gone before like my mother, my grandparents, Vanette who chose to spend her last days in the Congo with the people she loved, that whole cloud of witnesses that carried the word along in their own time so that we know it still today. And there is also a living contingent of saints that are partaking in the same feast at other tables, in other places and times, that are joining together with me in remembering. It is a very connecting sacrament for me; this huge table of the Father’s where all sorts of children scoot their chairs up close so that they can be in Jesus’ presence, loved intensely by him as individuals yet all together at the feast.