Snacking on Eucharist left-overs

What an off-the-wall title, right? Went to City Church this past Sunday. Still not sure if that will be the church home for us, but who knows? The music and teaching is great, just tying to figure out if that is going to be the community for us. They serve communion there weekly and it got me thinking about a conversation I had with Nic Ireland a couple of weeks ago. I don’t have a strong argument about the timing of taking communion. Some churches I’ve been to offer communion weekly, some only every 3-4 months. I’m leaning more towards the weekly end of things. Some might say that if you take communion every week that it will become to familiar and commonplace. How in the world could partaking of Christ and proclaiming his victory over the cross EVER be commonplace or mundane? I find that argument to be pretty lame.

So, all of that was springing from the actual process of taking communion. I’ve seen many different forms of the “bread” that was broken. Unfortunately, many churches opt for the 0.5mm x 0.5mm dry square of unleavened bread (the kind that only gets stuck in your teeth). Really, did Jesus toss the disciples some crumbs or did he give them a chunk of bread? We received a decent-sized piece of bread last Sunday, the kind that takes you a couple of minutes to chew. I kinda like that, it gives you time to think about the implications of what Jesus did and the gravity of proclaiming his death and resurrection. Any other thoughts on that?

After the service, there was some left-over “bread” and there were these two guys (mid 20s) who were cramming their faces like an 8yo on some Sunday morning donuts. Therein lies the argument: is one taste sufficient or should we take in all the Jesus we can get (bread-wise)? Obviously, that is somewhat of a joke as I think that argument would be ridiculous, like how many angels on the head of a pin. Speaking of that, I have included the following poem in a link previously, but will add it on to the end of a already-longer-than-I-expected post.
Questions About Angels
by Billy Collins

Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time
besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin
or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth
or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do they fly through God’s body and come out singing?
Do they swing like children from the hinges
of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards?
Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
their diet of unfiltered divine light?
What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall
these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud, would he leave a hole
in a river and would the hole float along endlessly
filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail, would he arrive
in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume
the appearance of the regular mailman and
whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court.
The only question you ever hear is about
the little dance floor on the head of a pin
where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

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2 Responses to “Snacking on Eucharist left-overs”

  1. joy Says:

    I have memories of me, Rebecca, and Jennifer giving the leftover communion bread to the birds, but if you remember, Jenn, since it was Sarah Knight bread, not all of it was ‘distributed’ to the birds (my mom was just beside herself when I told her this recently!!) 🙂

  2. mixonitup Says:

    You robbed those birds of salvation! How can you live with yourselves? I have heard stories about that bread though….

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