Last Sunday was communion. T and I whispered about what to do as he hadn't been to communion Sunday in a while. At our Presbyterian church everyone stays in their seats and the elders of the church serve the congregation by passing plates of bread and trays holding tiny cups of juice. The bread/body is eaten individually to symbolize (I think) the personal connection each person has to Jesus. The juice/blood is saved until all have been served - including the elders and ministers (congregation first, elders next served by the ministers, the ministers serve themselves (I think) last) - and then everyone tips back their drink together to symbolize the community of Christ together. I like this symbolism of the personal and community.
T, being the free spirit that he can be, decided to hang on to his bread and said to me grinning with it visible inside his cheek, "I'm saving mine until I am hungry; like a Kuala!"