The flavor of Communion

In recent months my focus and examination and experience of Communion has increased. This was sparked by the wondrous work of Enuma Okoro, Reluctant Pilgrim, ignited with open communion at CrossTies Ecumenical Church, perpetuated with the intriguing work of Sara Miles, take this bread, and confronted at Calvary’s Table.

Think about it, this is a meal we share with people we will never meet, people we want nothing to do with, people who have brought us great joy, people who share very little in common with us, people that don’t like us, people who wish they did not know us, people who we love and are loved by, people who are across the world and right next store.

To say Communion is mystical for me is like saying cookies are my weakness. It just goes without saying.

Have you ever thought about the various flavors of Communion? If your place of worship bakes the bread it would taste differently than the wafers I grew up with.The smells, tastes, textures make up the flavors of Communion.  This past week I shared Communion with my colleagues and as soon as the bread and juice were consumed this thought entered my mind, Perhaps the differing flavors of Communion represent the differing ways we all encounter our broken lives as we consume the Body of Christ. I’m still pondering this thought but I think there is truth to this thought.

As we partake in this meal with God and God’s created we experience the many flavors of Communion and are, even if it is for a brief moment, reconciled with those who share in this meal. For this and many other things I say Thanks Be To God.

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One thought on “The flavor of Communion

  1. “Perhaps the differing flavors of Communion represent the differing ways we all encounter our broken lives as we consume the Body of Christ.”

    What a beautiful group of words to express the individuality of each person’s brokenness and hope for redemption. My school has a saying we use with communion – brokenness is not the end of the story. Jesus’ body was broken and yet that was not the end of the story. We are broken and that, too, is not the end of our story.

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