The Bread and the Wine

Last Saturday, I was getting ready for the next day prior to going to bed, and I asked Charlie, "Will you be going to church with me tomorrow?"  His answer (or so I thought) usually depends on which church we are going to--my church, his church, or another church if I'm interpreting somewhere.

Did he ask where we are going?  Uh-uh.  His question was, "Is it communion Sunday?"

Forgetting Charlie's long-standing preoccupation with food, I'm pondering whether there's a deep meaning to this--does he feel more of a connection to God when the elements are served?--and Rick starts snickering off on the sidelines.

I glanced over at him with a questioning face, and he stops laughing long enough to say, "It's all about the snacks, man..."