Sometimes…you just have the munchies…
I was raised Catholic, and since I was a small child, it was ingrained in us that there was a special moment during church service every Sunday that we would be able to go to communion and partake in the unleavened bread and wine. Except…in Catholic tradition, it’s more than a simple symbolism and remembrance, Catholicism generally believes that the bread BECOMES His body and the drink, His blood. We have since switched churches, but…
Every Sunday at church, we pass around communion. As Sir took his tiny white cracker and rolled it around then bit into it, his face paused in deep concentration. “You know,” he said, nudging my arm and leaning in to whisper in my ear, “these sure would be good in some kind of taco soup or something.”
That’s my husband. Never can get enough of Jesus.
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Tara R.
Bwahaha… that is too funny. So does WWJD now mean “Where Would Jesus Dine?”
Nancy
haha. I remember the first time I took communion in front of my mom. She was mortified to see me chewing it. I didn’t understand at the time that she saw that chomping the body of Christ was a sacriliege. I responded with a “WTH mom, is He supposed to melt?”
Yep. I’m going to hell. Pass the handbasket please.