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Eucharist
“If you want to grow in love, come back to the
Eucharist, come back to the Adoration.
--Mother Teresa.
A number
of religions
believe
in Communion,
commemorating
and representing
the Last Supper,
in which
bread and wine
are consecrated
and consumed.
Gulping grape juice
from a dixie cup
and chomping
sourdough bread,
I struggle
to visualize
the sacred
body and blood
of Christ.
Glenn Buttkus
Quadrille
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub
17 comments:
Made me smile on the Dixie cup reference Glenn! BTW- you left the 'd' off blood. :-)
I can visualize this so well, even though I've never experienced it. It doesn't seem transformative. 😀
Glad you're back, Glenn!
When I read this I think of people living symbolic lives where there is no room for real living. Hard to escape from those molds (ways and fungi) sometimes...
Love the Mother Teresa quote you've chosen. The Dixie cup made me smile, too.
Welcome back in the saddle bro! Nice return poetic salvo! I was never into the ritualistic cannibal thing either.
Nice take, Glenn.
Good to see you back. I've missed your acerbic humor, Glenn. I smile at your view of the dixie cup (no doubt accompanied by an oyster cracker).
Growing up in the Lutheran church, I did partake in the ritual. I think I was so focused on following the formal procedure correctly that the representation was often lost.
Well done Glenn! Over the years I have had all of the above. I guess it is more in the mind and spirit of the participant that in the type of physical emblems!
I too laughed as the dixie cup reference, though your words do ring true to my mind. Nicely done.
I’m so pleased to see you back with a Glenn-shaped slant on the prompt! Although I enjoy looking at artistic depictions of The Last Supper, I too struggle with the idea of drinking the blood and chewing on the body of Christ. By the way, what is a Dixie cup?
Glenn, this speaks to me deeply. Wine is used for sanctification in Judaism too.
Well done, Sir.
-David
Perhaps the grape juice doesn't quite get there. Something of the spirit is washed away by wine.
Doubt is the flip side of the coin of faith, Glenn. We've been taking communion with little plastic kits of wafer and juice...flimsy representations of a deep mystery.
Glenn,
I know....we were supposed to have faith and not gulp the wine, or bite the host.
Maybe...the grape juice just doesn't cut it!
Ah you made me smile, Glenn. So good to see you back at dVerse! I for one have missed you....and missed Buck!
I remember as a young girl, being raised by my Catholic mom, going to church and wondering why the priest kept his back to us all the time, why he had to say the Mass in Latin which no one could understand, and why only he got to drink the wine!!! Things have changed....in some ways.
It is a struggle for me as well .............
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