“I’m here.”

“Yes. I’m glad.”

“I’m not sure why I’m here, but I am.”

“I know.”

“I love these people. At least some of the time, I’m here because of them.”

“That’s a good reason.”

“And I have history with these words, but…”

“Yes?”

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s all really just empty – a big, old empty building, however beautiful.”

“You’re here.”

“I am.”

“So it’s not empty.”

“Technically, no.”

“And if you’re here, that means I’m here, too.”

“Yeah…and I still don’t know what that means.”

“I know, and that’s okay.”

“I’m trying, but I’m not always sure I know what the point is anymore.”

“Showing up.”

“Showing up is the point?”

“Can’t that be enough?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you show up, really show up, you bring all your needs and desires and gifts with you.”

“I do, but I don’t know what to do with those needs. I don’t know what you do with those needs.”

“I know. It’s part of the mystery of trust – that in the midst of that not knowing you still show up.”

“Does it really matter?”

“It’s only when you show up that others can meet you in your need, and that you can meet them in theirs.”

“Yes, that matters. Even if I always wish we could do more.”

“And that’s where I am.”

(Pause)

“What do you mean?”

“You are my Body, broken one for another.”

“The bread…”

“Yes. When you take the bread, don’t miss discerning my Body. That’s where I am.”

“Each other…. I think we mess up really seeing each other on a regular basis.”

“Yes, but showing up is the beginning.”

(Pause)

“Breaking hurts.”

“I know it does.”

“Is it really worth it – being broken for each other? Does it do any good?”

“No one avoids it. That’s why I came, and that’s why I’m in the broken bread, too.”

“But where’s the good? For you or any of us?”

“In the love that spills out, if you let it.”

“In the love….does love always have to mean breaking?”

“It did for me.”

(Pause)

“Alright.”

“Alright what?”

“I’m here. I still don’t understand, but I’m showing up and saying yes.”

“I’m glad. I like your company.”

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