I think that maybe Jesus knew, if we’d just break some bread together, have a little wine, and share our stories, the distance between us, all the things that divide, would begin to shrink. That we’d discover our shared humanity and fall a little in love with one another. Not in a mushy Hallmark movie kind of way. But in a heart to heart, connected kind of way that would bind us together in love. Maybe this is the point of communion, a union shared in Christ, in love, that spans continents and political parties and our deep desire to be right about pretty much everything we believe.