We had the great privilege of having a priest friend stay with us this weekend. We received the precious body and blood of our Lord and Savior in our living room. I wondered if this is what it felt like for the early Christians who met in their homes to celebrate the "breaking of the bread." ( We didn't have to fear having the door broken down and being imprisoned and killed for our faith though.) By the way, the breaking of the bread was the term they used to describe partaking in the Lord's Supper, not just a common meal.
The liturgy we prayed today is almost identical to that described by Saint Justin Martyr in the second century.