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Excerpt
“You know, your Bishop once offered me this bread. He used it for communion.”
Boyer looked up from him, a spoonful of red curried chicken on her lips. “He liked to use it instead of those dumb little wafers,” she said as she sipped the warm sauce.
“I told him I wasn’t Catholic, that I thought it wasn’t Church practice,” the Governor said, a look of amusement on his face came with the memory.
“I think I know what he said,” Boyer replied as she blew on a steaming forkful of biryani.
“Christ still gave his life for you.” They both stopped, the Governor with the warm bread near his lips, Boyer with rice near hers. They had said the words together. Boyer took a bite of her food. The Governor put down the bread.
“So, what did you do?” she asked.
“I ate it,” he said. “Not so much as communion or a sacrament, I think. But as fellowship. With the Bishop.” He picked up the bread again, broke off a piece and took a small bite. As he chewed he said, “I’ve always wondered what that meant.”
Boyer waited for him to speak further on it, but he offered nothing else. There were many directions she could go. Men and women who came to New Eden and met the Bishop often had a similar question—as their history with the Church or with their view of theology collided with his practice of offering the body of Christ to anyone who came to seek whatever they sought at the famous Phos off of Highway 611 in one of the most unexpected places.
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