Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Communion
One of my friends wrote me this email on her communion experience and I found it so funny. Some people just have a way with words...
It was also communion Sunday. My mom came to sit with me at long last. That's when the troubles usually begin. We are a terrible combination in a church pew because we can't sit still or be quiet. If God didn't have a sense of humor, we'd be charred victims of lightening bolts by now. Now, the usual communion fare is pretty ho-hum. The body is a dry cube of bread - very crouton-esque - making the blood a necessity or we'd all choke. Not anymore! Hallejuiah! Someone new is baking the goods! Mom reaches into the plate and comes away with two pieces of the bread by mistake, but she can't dislodge the extra and I grab the plate, help myself, and pass it along. She is flustered. I then partake and **whoa** this stuff is divine! It's like sugar cookie Christ! Mom has her first bit of body and I begin to wonder if it's a sin to covet the Christ in her left hand. Too late - she mows it down and I'm left watching for crumbs. Really, I think I'll start baking some Jesus for regular treats. Next time any one of you comes for a visit, you might want to eye the goodie plate closely because there just may be a heavenly bit! On a similar note, I thought about the conversation about the coagulated blood of Christ (i.e. jam) and decided that it was not necessary with his new delightful body.
It was also communion Sunday. My mom came to sit with me at long last. That's when the troubles usually begin. We are a terrible combination in a church pew because we can't sit still or be quiet. If God didn't have a sense of humor, we'd be charred victims of lightening bolts by now. Now, the usual communion fare is pretty ho-hum. The body is a dry cube of bread - very crouton-esque - making the blood a necessity or we'd all choke. Not anymore! Hallejuiah! Someone new is baking the goods! Mom reaches into the plate and comes away with two pieces of the bread by mistake, but she can't dislodge the extra and I grab the plate, help myself, and pass it along. She is flustered. I then partake and **whoa** this stuff is divine! It's like sugar cookie Christ! Mom has her first bit of body and I begin to wonder if it's a sin to covet the Christ in her left hand. Too late - she mows it down and I'm left watching for crumbs. Really, I think I'll start baking some Jesus for regular treats. Next time any one of you comes for a visit, you might want to eye the goodie plate closely because there just may be a heavenly bit! On a similar note, I thought about the conversation about the coagulated blood of Christ (i.e. jam) and decided that it was not necessary with his new delightful body.
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