Years ago, in a small circle of people passing the bread and the cup of communion to each other, the person next to me looked me in the eyes as he passed those elements and said, "Ted, here he comes again." Even so, the whole world is sacramental, beloved friends. In my heart I say your name and to each I say, keep your heart open, for place-by-place, moment-by-moment, "Here he comes again."
— Ted Loder, Loaves, Fishes and Leftovers