Daily Communion

Years ago, I used to take Communion at home by myself. 

I began doing this because I learned about a prophecy given to someone emphasizing the importance of taking Communion daily. The prophecy emphasized the importance of daily Communion because of the times we live in. It was meant for my protection.

(Side note: I purposely placed a link to Harry Styles' song "Sign of the Times in the link above, because it came to me as I wrote this, and when I heard it, I knew it represented the rapture. If you listen to the song from that angle, then you'll hear how it seems to talk about humankind getting ready for Christ ("Welcome to the final show, hope you're wearing your best clothes"). There's no doubt in my mind that Harry Styles had no such ideas when he wrote this song, but that's how the song came to me; it presented that way. That's also how I've learned God to operate in my life, and in the life of others. I think it fits here perfectly. I also want to emphasize that the fact that a song about the end times comes at the same time as I write about daily communion is no coincidence. The message about the end times and communion came hand in hand to the prophet as well. )

But back to my story.

Since I believed in the prophecy by the prophet (whom I have yet to name) about communion, I decided to follow the instructions of the prophecy and start taking communion daily.

This was a controversial issue in the religious circles I visited. I had to explain myself more than once. The counter-argument was that one couldn't take communion alone because it was a living sacrifice that needed to be delivered by a priest or pastor, preferably in church during mass. But how would I do it on a daily basis, then? That was my question. They didn't have an answer for me.

In my twenties, I used to bug the staff of the Lutheran congregation in my hometown in Finland because I wanted to take Communion every day and didn't know how to make it happen. Once, I set up an appointment with two priests to ask if they could arrange something for me so I could receive Communion every day. They just about laughed me out of their offices. They told me to snap out of it and live my life. Enjoy my youth. "Come to church on Sundays," they said, "like everyone else, and have communion then." It was enough.

Could I do it myself then?

No, not exactly, they explained. There were structures in place that needed to be honored; God had designed it that way.

But I insisted. I asked if the need for a mass, an ordained priest, and a big production around this simple act created unnecessary roadblocks between people and God. After all, the scriptures made it so simple:

1 Cor 11:24 And when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, "This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me."

1 Cor 11:25 In the same way, after supper, he took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me."

1 Cor 11:26 For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes. (NIV)

"Enjoy your youth," they said. "The Church is here for you, but you shouldn't obsess about these things."

They didn't understand that there was no youth for me to enjoy. Whichever way I turned, there was God, filling my head with memories, visions, dreams, thoughts, and hints that scared the living daylights out of me and separated me from everyone. That was the no man's land of my youth. I couldn't escape it, no matter how hard I tried. 

Later, I contacted the prophet directly and asked him how he had gone about it. This was a long-distance call to America.

"Oh, I just do it at home myself," he said.

"With what kind of bread and wine?"

"Just something I found at the grocery store. It can be wine or non-alcoholic grape juice. And then I get a box of crackers. It could be bread, too.  You can always pray about it if you're not sure which one to get."

And that's how I began taking daily Communion at home. 

Fast forward twenty-five years, and I've arrived back at square one.

I stopped taking Communion for years in this way. I lost my faith for a while; I lost my way. There were things around the daily Communion I didn’t want to approach or touch anymore. There were triggers; there was trauma; it was too much. I’ll get to that part later. It wasn’t until recently, when God came back to my life so powerfully that there was no way for me to ignore it, that I had to revisit the subject of Communion.

Finally, I said, “Ok, God, I’ll do it. I’ll start with the daily Communion again.”

So I went to Costco, picked up a box of crackers, and went to look for the wine in the wine aisle. In my head, I said, Can You just pick the bottle of wine for me because I don’t know which one to choose? Just pick the perfect one.

I didn’t have to look for long. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was the one. I’m not going to reveal to you why just yet. But this is the picture of the bottle:

I covered up the label for a reason.

I have yet to write why the label was significant. I won’t do it before it’s time to write that part. I write and move through each topic on this website step by step, in the order I feel directed to write. But I’ll get to it. It gets heavy.

Update 10/9/25: It's time for me to reveal what was on the bottle. It said, "Raymond." That was the name of my husband, the end-time prophet who gave me the prophecy about daily communion. He passed away in 2023.

Later that night, I had Communion for the first time in years. I lit a candle, had the cracker, the wine, and my Bible ready. I said a simple prayer asking for forgiveness for my sins.

I thought about my sins and what they were and gave them to Christ in that prayer. Then, I broke the cracker and got ready to pour the wine. As I grabbed the wine, I noticed something that made me chuckle.

“Only You would come up with something like this,” I thought.

As you may know, the white rabbit symbolizes the Holy Spirit on this website. To me, the white rabbit automatically means God.

I had a reusable bottle cap that I had grabbed from my kitchen drawer to preserve the wine. I never paid attention to the bottle cap until this moment:

I took it as a confirmation that I was on the right path.

The label on the wine bottle also stated that it was part of the "estate collection." I felt that this was God's way of telling me that I would inherit my husband's spiritual estate, specifically his role in spreading the message of the prophecies. I later learned that I did not inherit any of my husband's earthly possessions; he left me financially ruined. However, the night I took my first communion in years, I sincerely felt that God was telling me to carry on the message of His prophecies, which did not belong to my husband, the prophet, but to Him, God— and therefore to everyone.

Stay tuned and keep reading. The plot thickens.