Last night, I attended a Christian Seder at my church. Because many people were expected, our pastor cautioned people that they might not get to sit with their entire family, depending on how the tables filled up, and that we needed to remember that we were all a family together, not just individual family units. Before it began, however, there was someone with whom I needed to speak.
Earlier this week, I wrote two posts (here and here) about an issue happening in my town. On Wednesday, I attended an informational meeting about the project and learned two things: one, an acquaintance from church is a city employee, and was sitting up at the front with the council, and two, the council decided to not pursue the project at this time.
I don't know what my friend's involvement in the decision was and do not know where he stands on the issue, but it is likely we are on opposite sides. When I saw him before we began, I spoke to him and expressed my gratitude that the project had been tabled, and that I was hopeful decisions could be made more slowly and discussed among many people. He was friendly and caring, and we had no animosity toward each other.
Later, when the meal turned into communion, after getting my matzah, I deliberately went to the cup that he was holding in which to dip my bread.
It is the body and blood of Christ for both of us, regardless of where we stand on an issue. It was family unity.
At the last supper, Jesus said "This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you." (John 15:12). And, I think, last night, that happened.