The other morning, after 8 o’clock Mass, I left the church and started walking home. I took the long way, up Micheltorena through the winding hills of Silver Lake and down through Descanso. I passed a couple, standing in their driveway by their respective cars, getting ready to go to work.
“Bye, baby,” the gal said. “Bye, honey,” the guy said.
I thought of the Eucharist: with me, in me.
I thought: That’s me and Christ.