I was praying this morning about Holy Thurday, about what it means to me that Jesus took bread and broke it, and shared it with his friends.  He said this is my body.  He poured the wine and said this is my blood.  These words have rippled through time and woven us together in a common narrative.  I thought about the ways that sharing of food across cultures and religious traditions has great significance.  Meals become sacred acts.  Breaking bread and pouring wine are sacraments because they immerse us in the nourishment of all that is holy and remind us that any divisions between us

Passover Then you shall take some of the blood, and put it on the door posts and the lintels of the houses . . . and when I see the blood, I shall pass over you, and no plague shall fall upon you to destroy you, when I smite the land of Egypt. -Exodus 12:7 & 13 They thought they were safe that spring night; when they daubed the doorways with sacrificial blood. To be sure, the angel of death passed them over, but for what? Forty years in the desert without a home, without a bed, following new laws