Today, we gather for Flower Communion.
One by one, we’ll bring blooms—from gardens, sidewalks, corner stores, or borrowed hands. One by one, we’ll place them in a shared vase. And in doing so, we’ll remember: our differences don’t divide us; they make us whole.
A century ago, Rev. Norbert Čapek created this ritual for a people who didn’t all believe the same, but who chose to belong together. He called them to honor beauty, dignity, and difference—even from inside a Nazi prison camp. The Nazis killed him. The ritual survived. So did the courage.
We inherit that story again. Not in theory, but in full color. In families and friendships. In people returning, and people arriving for the first time. We bring what we can. We receive what we need. And we begin again to practice a love large enough for all of us.
