Communion

Finally, I made it to church today (June 07, 2026) in Irondequoit. I had been telling Aidan (my labmate), for past three years that I would visit someday -- but it took this long !

I did deliberately this time, because Aidan is leaving Rochester, now that he has graduated.

I had never known about a Christian ritual, COMMUNION earlier, and today I learnt about it. It's an act of taking a small piece of bread and grape juice, often in remembrance of sacrifice of Jesus. The bread being a metaphor to his body and juice as his blood.

I often see people going to religious places --- like churches, temples, mosques, pagodas -- to pray, think and devote some time to God or some higher power. And there is nothing wrong in that. Not at all!

But I always believe God lives within you and me, in every fraction of a second, everywhere, in all places of this creation. And I wonder --- why do we create tragedies in name of a belief?

By 'we' I mean billions of people living . If a single mind on earth is in pain, can anyone truely be happy? And if our actions cause harm to others, how much prayers/worship really save us?

These wounds perhaps are never new, they run very deep -- perhaps across decades, across generations.

Doesn't the whole point of prayers/worship collapse there? I am not even getting to a ritual/customs, they are far away from this.

I think communion should exist in our daily acts, by practicing kindess, care and a thoughtful deed, because you never know what mountain of sorrow the other person may be carrying.

Isn't that a communion too? ✝️

Dear stranger reader --- what do you think?🌈

~from Cocoon’s Diary 🐛
~ June 07, 2026

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