‘This is my body.’ He said it like you’d offer, Have a piece of bread; with genteel hospitality but no sacred airs. Because she’s old, my church has offered that hospitality for a very long time: ‘Here, share my body’. But throughout the world, where Christians gather, it’s been said for 2,000 years. ‘This is my body.’ Imagine you’re a hungry traveller, a thirsty seeker of truth. Unburdened of backpack and sweaty cap you elbow up to counter and stool, swipe back of the hand across a weary forehead and focus on blackboard options of fare. ‘Here,’ plates up the bar tender, ‘This is my body’. ‘And here,’ he motions around his gathered Christ-worshipers, ‘This is my body’. Let’s chew on a very familiar phrase: This is my body.
Author: Sarah Raiter
Sarah Raiter is a wife, mum, grandmother, author, and artist. She grew up Pakistan, and went back there with her husband and children. You'll now find Sarah empty-nesting at St James Old Cathedral where Mike and she live and worship. Through art and words, Sarah "creates for the sheer joy of it, the discipline of it, the compulsion of it… and the kinship through it.  I create, as I pray with all my life, that there might be glimpses of refracted truth and glory." For more of her work, see https://containingcolor.wordpress.com