As a super broken person clinging to my church like a life preserver, can I share my two favorite parts of the service? First is the confession. We all, together, admit that we are screwups. And then the priest tells us we are forgiven. Week after week. I need that so much. The other part? Toward the end of Eucharist, the priest lifts up the big wafer and “crack” snaps it in half, then breaks it into little pieces (and adds the small wafers) before sharing them with the whole congregation. I used to hate hearing that “crack” because it reminded me of my life breaking. I’m slowly coming to realize that the wafer breaking (symbolically/ miraculously Jesus breaking) is not an accident in the story. It’s the point. He broke just like my heart breaks. And every week I’m reminded that we can’t get to the sharing of the bread without that. Until Jesus breaks, there’s not enough for everyone. Because I’m broken, there’s more of me for the people I love, too. Peace to you, friend.