Communion

Lift up your hearts
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we lift them up we lift them 

The day I preached my first good sermon Pastor Sheila asked me to help with communion and I just stared at my feet and when it was over she told me to take a piece of bread for myself and I just took a corner and it crumbled in my hands and she said

Always take a big piece.

At the Christmas service upstairs in the living room Pastor Sheila asked me to serve again, and this time I looked them straight in the eyes, and I got electrocuted.

Communion is dangerous

More dangerous than death (or life, for that matter

Pastor Sheila always used King's Hawaiian Bread, not those stale saltine things, and it was light, sweet, and I was floating 

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Every time we have communion on Sundays-- at big church, not campus church-- I watch Richard preside. And preside is the right word, it's like a magic show, he wears his big black robe and I want to be him, I want to tower feet over a table and turn bread into sacrament...

I want to see their eyes
I want to give bread to a preschooler and say, Jesus loves you very much
(because they are too little to hear about blood and bodies, because they hear, and I know they hear)
I want to bless mustached men who think they aren't good enough for God, who will learn better-- soon

He gave thanks to you and broke it and said, This is my body, given for you

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we lift them up we lift them

what if i explode what if i

"The Eucharist is the consummation of the whole spiritual life"

lift up my heart?