Eucharist

I have a problem with communion bread. Whenever I go up to get my piece (my Church is super cool and we make our own communion bread), I always tear off a tiny little crumb. This makes the whole part of dunking the molecule of carbohydrate the grape juice slightly awkward for all parties involved, because there’s always a question of whether or not I will end up immersing my whole hand in the juice to saturate my tiny crumb, or just lose the bit in the juice all together. After laughing about my unique talent with one of my friends on the way to church last Sunday, she suggested I tear off a larger chunk like normal people do. So I did. I took my big chunk of the bread, and promptly lost half of it in the juice. My knee-jerk vocal response to situations like this is to utter a pseudo curse word, so I of course said “dangnabit” as I lost the bread. It was what my Church family calls a “classic Mid-City” moment: slightly awkward and extremely hilarious.

I grew up attending an Episcopalian church. I remember being completely fascinated by the stained glass windows and candles and the liturgy. I remember my first time taking communion and not liking at all the way it tasted (side note: Episcopalians use real wine for communion. I was incredibly confused by the use of grape juice as “wine” when my family went back to church). I didn’t fully grasp the significance of the words spoken over me: Body of Christ, broken for you. Blood of Christ, Shed for you, but I knew what I was partaking in was incredibly special. During my Sophomore year of high school, my family started attending a tiny little church in the gym of an elementary school. We sat at round tables and drank lots of coffee.  Although we were a casual gathering, something special happened with communion. The gym became sacred space, with our crackers and grape juice.

The word Eucharist is taken from the Greek word charis, meaning grace (give me a word, any word, and I show you how the root of that word is Greek). The Eucharist is God’s grace. Body of Christ, broken on cross. Blood of Christ, spilled for the sins of many. In a Beth Moore study I did a few summers ago called “Jesus the One and Only” (don’t get me started on my love of Beth Moore. There are few things in life I love more than big-haired Texan lady preachers who write), the most profound part of the study for me was the part about Last Supper.

The four cups of wine served at the Passover meal represented the four expressions, or “I wills” of God’s promised deliverance in Exodus 6:6-7…The third cup was traditionally taken after the supper was eaten…This is the cup of redemption…We know Christ did not literally drink of this cup because he stated in Luke 22:18 that He would not drink of another cup until the coming of the kingdom of God. Instead of drinking the cup, He would do something of sin-shattering significance. He would, in essence, become the cup and pour out His life for the redemption of man…That most holy weekend, the Passover was fulfilled.

That’s the cup we drink when we drink the Blood of Christ. We drink in remembrance of the cup of redemption, of perfect blood shed for the sins of all. Whether we drink real wine, or Sysco brand generic grape juice, the Body remembers the ultimate sacrifice together: Blood of Christ, shed for you. For you.


This is the reality of grace.

Later Days,

Jess

My love for this movie shall endure forever.

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One thought on “Eucharist

  1. Oh baby, you make me smile and laugh, especially on a day when I need it most. Thank you for the gentle reminder of Christs sacrifice for us, His people, The Body. You never cease to amaze me. I love you.

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