Genevieve Parkhurst walks campers through the Passover roots of the Lord’s Supper. She then describes the night Communion bread lost its taste and “became a sponge” to hold the wine, a sign, she says, that Christ’s own spirit longs to saturate the believer. She closes with two healing testimonies from the Boston Advance CFO in 1959: a veteran tormented by memories of the war, and a young woman who walked without crutches the morning after receiving the sacrament.
