I believe in the sacrament. I believe in feasts and celebrations. Where time is shrunk to moments, and space is shrunk to upper rooms, and death is cast out of our minds. And presence beams around us. Jesus before us, breaking our bread, pouring our wine. The garden is just around the corner. Death days away. But this night is forever. This night Jesus touches our feet, washing them clean. This is God’s feast. This is sacrament. This is God with us. Emmanuel.