Jesus Christ, in his first coming, would not break a bruised reed. But he sat at a table of 12 men. The early church had military cohesion, but no legitimate military target, and thus was peaceful without weakness.
Likewise, the foundation of the Spartan infantry was the syssitia, the dining club. The lost tribe of Dan broke bread together, and shed blood together. But we are bound by a greater blood.
Whether or not you believe there is now an immediate legitimate military target, you cannot deny that this atomized age desperately needs military cohesion. If you do not have a table of 12, you do not have a communion. The brotherhood of the church is now as meagre as the flakes that were once loaves, and as dry as the grapejuice thimbles that were once mugs of wine.
If you partake of crumbs as an atom in a crowd, the pastor is empowered, but you are not. You have substituted brotherhood for a charismatic AMOG running a weekly cash register.
Likewise, the metaphor of the bread is lost unless a man physically tears the loaf into pieces before witnesses - just as Jesus' body was torn by cruel hands.
The faith of a mustard seed is that it does not remain a mustard seed. The faith of a Christian is that he does not remain alone. You cannot lay down your life for your brother if you do not have one. Go find him, and do not let him go.
"And Elijah said unto Elisha, Tarry here, I pray thee; for the LORD hath sent me to Bethel. And Elisha said unto him, As the LORD liveth, and as thy soul liveth, I will not leave thee."
This is rhetoric and not literally theologically true or a thesis on transubstantiation.