Communion America Recap
This is a recap of my trip to Communion America in Washington, DC October 9-12. It was a historic weekend in so many ways. If you missed them, I posted several live videos on my Facebook page throughout the weekend. There was much that happened around me and inside me. This is just a brief summary of the four days that shifted atmospheres and trajectories.
Day 1- Thursday
Day 1 of Communion America was a mixture of rough moments and sweet ones. The rough ones were mostly travel-related and the sweet ones were mostly getting to hug the necks of old friends and new ones.
I only got about an hour and a half of sleep before leaving for the airport around 3 AM. I did manage to catch a very brief nap on the first leg of the flight. A brief layover in Nashville, and I grabbed a quick snack in the airport, then off we flew to Baltimore.
After a pretty rough go of getting from Baltimore to DC (non-working elevators, long walks and dealing with 4 flights of stairs with luggage), I was more than ready to arrive at the hotel and get off my feet. Thankfully my rented scooter was waiting for me at check-in, as was the grocery order I had placed n Wednesday to be delivered on Thursday. Healthy snacks were a welcome treat. We ran into our friend, Clinton Scroggins from Austin and had dinner with him. I then managed to catch a much-needed nap while Laura & Deb went to National Mall to check things out.
My first worship set of the weekend was in the Alabama tent. I was scheduled to lead from 10-11 PM, immediately after the opening rally on the main stage. I arrived at the tent around 9:30 to find a keyboard stand and a foot pedal but no keyboard. I texted the Alabama state rep but did not receive a reply. I waited and wondered …
They arrived around 10:15 with the keyboard, we did a quick set-up and I started. There was a lively group of folks in the tent who were visiting with each other the entire time. Once my hour was up, I handed things off to the night watch crew and headed back to the hotel. It had been quite a day of travel and settling in and getting the lay of the land.
On my way back from leading worship in the Alabama tent I stopped by the Texas tent to drop something off and caught this moment. A sweet preview of what was to come.
Day 2 – Friday
After a long travel day and a late night leading worship in the Alabama tent, I got a little bit of sleep before heading to David’s Tent DC for a two-hour worship set. Once there, I opted for an acoustic set using the baby grand piano as opposed to the keyboard because the piano was on ground level and the keyboard would have required a climb up several steps to the elevated stage. It was a bit different than the last time I was there, because the Gen Z tent was located very close by and they were rocking the house pretty much the entire time, making it a bit of a challenge to hear. That, and the rumble of several low-flying military helicopters every few minutes throughout most of the two hours. Oddly enough, I didn’t see or hear the helicopters any other time the entire weekend. Even with whatever distractions may arise, Yeshua is worthy of it all.
After lunch with Laura and Debra, we went to the Museum of the Bible – our only sight-seeing endeavor. It was fun and informative, but what stood out to me most was the fact that they highlighted the impact of the Bible in every one of the seven mountains of societal influence – Government, Education, Family, Media, Religion, Arts & Entertainment and Economy. There was no direct mention of the connection – it was just there if you were paying attention.
Toward the end of the Bible Museum visit, I started feeling a bit off. My body was telling me it needed rest. Loudly. I realized I had overcommitted my schedule and had to pull out of my set in the Colorado tent. Thankfully the state rep was very gracious, released me and found a replacement. I went back to the hotel, loaded up on lemon water and vitamins and took a nap.
Later, Debbie and I arrived back at the Texas tent, where we met a few interesting people from around Texas and a couple of other states. I discovered that the keyboard foot pedal was not working, so we put the word out on WhatsApp to see if anyone had a spare. A few minutes later, along came the Pennsylvania state rep with a spare foot pedal that we were able to borrow for the rest of the weekend. Hallelujah!
After receiving a personal prophetic word from a gentleman from Ohio, I led my one-hour set and called it a night. Whew!
Day 3 – Saturday
Saturday morning was cool, cloudy and damp. I made a quick stop by the hotel breakfast area to grab coffee, a bagel and some fruit and headed to the Texas tent.
My Signs & Seasons ministry partners and I were serving as shift leaders from 10 to 2. I did a few Facebook live videos of worship in the tent.
Part of shift leading is praying for people visiting the tents if they would like prayer. Laura and I got to pray with a young woman named Megan from Virginia. Something about her seemed very familiar. She asked for prayer for healing, but as we started praying, I began to hear so much more for her. She had a strong response to much of what was being spoken over her, and it was so beautiful to see Jesus minister to her in such a personal way. It was one of my favorite encounters of the weekend.
Another encounter happened when a sister from Texas I am Facebook friends with but am not sure had ever met in person approached me. “Rachael?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. She continued, “I want you to know I have been praying for you.” She then shared some encouragement with me, the second prophetic word I would receive over the weekend.
The forecast for Saturday called for an 84% chance of rain, but by mid-morning the clouds and dampness had given way to blue skies and sunshine. The weather for the big day was glorious!
Soon it was time to gather at the table. I saved a couple of seats for Laura and Deb and sat with a team from Jasper House of Prayer in Lumberton. All up and down the table, which spanned over a mile, people were gathering, bringing food and sharing their meals with one another. The team from JHOP shared their pizza with Deb and me as we waited for Laura to return with our chicken wraps from another food truck. As the over 8,000 chairs filled up, many people laid out picnic blankets nearby. The mall itself became the largest communion table in our nation’s history as over 40,000 gathered onsite and millions joined via the livestream.
As we ate together, prayed together and shared our hearts with one another, there was such a sense of unity and oneness. One young man across the table said it was the biggest family reunion he’d ever seen, while someone else commented that the whole scene reminded her of Audio Adrenaline’s song My Father’s House.
Communion elements were shared and loudspeakers placed up and down the mall carried the prayer from the main stage throughout the entire mall. As the bread and cup were prayed over, I had a sudden and unexpected strong emotional response. I placed .my head down to hide my tears, but I felt Holy Spirit’s presence so strongly in that moment. It felt like something broke off of me. And our nation.
Day 4 – Sunday
My last day in DC began early as I made my way to the Mall for a 7 AM worship set in the New York tent. The morning was cold and damp, but my spirit was eager for this particular set. I will explain why in a moment.
When I arrived, a half dozen Chinese intercessors were gathered there, praying in their native tongue. There was such a sweet and holy presence there that I tried hard not to disturb it. As I sat and prepared my heart for my worship set, I caught the familiar words “Hallelujah ” and “Yahweh.” My friend, Debra, is in the la gage business, and she tells me that hallelujah is the only word that is the same in every language.
These precious sisters finished their time, and I took my place at the keyboard. There was no music stand, so I laid my phone and tablet on top of the keyboard and laid my fingers to the keys. It was just Yeshua and me there.
After several minutes, the NY state rep entered the tent and sat down. As I neared the end of my hour, a young woman carrying a violin case and a Bible came in and began preparing to take over the next hour.
As she started, I introduced myself to the NY state rep (a young woman named Ihra – prononced Ira)) and told her why I had felt led to help cover the worship in that tent. My nine-times great grandmother was named Catherine DuBois, and she and her husband were part of a Hugenot community in New York who had come to America fleeing religious persecution in their homeland. Her story is here at this link: https://tinyurl.com/Catherine-DuBois
If she, when facing death, had not begun to sing the Psalms, she and her daughter Sarah, my 8-times great grandmother, would not have been rescued and I would not be here. Her lament became a song of deliverance. When I found out that New York was one of the tents needing help filling all the hours with worship and payer, knew I was being called to release my song in that tent.
As I shared this story with Ihra, she took me into her arms and spoke the most beautiful prophetic word and prayer over me. My tears came easily as I breathed out a sigh of relief that I had released all that I had come to DC to release. We agreed to keep in touch, and I headed out.
I went to the Washington Monument end of the Mall and recorded a 17-minute video of the trek from the Alabama tent to the Wyoming tent at the Capitol end, then headed back to the hotel.
When I arrived, I met Debbie for the complimentary breakfast. The dining area was full, and the lady working the area motioned for me to follow her to a private dining room. She brought me my silverware and asked how I liked my coffee, then brought it to me exactly as I had described it. We enjoyed VIP favor for breakfast. It felt like a new beginning.
Before we went to finish packing for our return trip, I dropped off some groceries at the concierge desk for the team from the Panhandle. I had placed the order the day before we arrived for delivery to the hotel the afternoon we got there. We enjoyed some healthy snacks, but we could not fly with most of what was left, so we left it for the Panhandle team for their road trip back to Texas.
Because of the difficulty we had getting from the Baltimore airport to the hotel in DC on Thursday, we sprung for an Uber back to the airport. It was a much more pleasant experience and well worth the cost (split three ways).
On the plane, we got front row seating, and the flight attendants were apparently talking about us because after we landed, one of them commented to Laura that we were “so cute,” and that she wanted to join our group because we were so fun. Gotta love it!
Dad picked me up from the airport, and we picked up David and went to eat at Black Bear Diner. Always yummy.
My heart is still full and my spirit still processing all that happened during Communion America 2025 and the profound impact on me personally, and on our nation. I am eagerly anticipating His next instructions.
I love traveling, and this trip was one filled with sweet memories and significant moments, but I was very thankful to be back in my own bed.
Home at last – for now.
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