Had dinner with the crew from the Pepper Drive community tonight and was struck by how time flies when stories move from the catacombs of one’s memory into the collective shared experience of a community.

Isn’t that why we must remember stories out loud? That we would experience them anew/afresh?

Isn’t that we are must remember the story about a community centered around Jesus that included bread and wine? That we would experience it anew/afresh? That it would become our collective shared experience as a community?