‘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
You'll now find Sarah empty-nesting at St James Old Cathedral where Mike and she live and worship. https://containingcolor.wordpress.com