After sleeping about an hour, I woke up at midnight from a dream about communion zucchini bread. It was called… wait for it…
The Zuccharist.
Surely, this must be prophesy. Surely, this must be a beckoning call for us to practice the Zuccharist this very week by buying or making some zucchini bread.
Will you enter this prophecy with me?
Bonus Points if you send me a picture of zucchini bread you are about to enjoy.
Bonus Bonus Points if you write the liturgy for eating zucchini bread at home among family and friends.
Smuggling Grace 