Why Are Our Communion Meals So Paltry?


As I crush it in a single chew while the pastor reads, "This is my body, broken for you," I cannot help wondering if Christ has broken a fingernail on my behalf.

We've turned an actual meal into a pantomime of a meal, and the church is hungry because of it.

It is past time to reclaim the "supper" that Christ instituted and to give the body—our own bodies and Christ's body, which our gathered bodies enact—its full due.

And we've managed to go one further: even in the largest congregations, we can get everyone out the door on time for their real meal after the pretend meal.

Whole Thing.