I bring Holy Communion to my parish’s homebound. Because my visits are regular and sometimes continue for years, I have the privilege of developing relationships with many of the communicants. They become friends. Old friends, I like to joke, because most of them are in their nineties. Born in the 1920s, a few of them remember the Great Depression, many served in World War II, and they can all tell you where they were the moment President Kennedy was shot. They are living history books,…