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Yesterday I went to a church service for the first time in (maybe) 10 years. I'd been to weddings, of course, and I think I managed a Christmas service somewhere in there, but no actual services. But my littlest cousin was being confirmed, so I answered duty's call.
This, of course, meant that I took communion for the first time in 10 years (since my own confirmation, I think). In my church growing up, we had little bits of broken up rolls and grape kool-aid to symbolize the body and blood of Christ. Yummy. (Methodism, unlike Catholicism, does not believe in transubstantiation, they merely think in metaphors. Also, Methodists don't drink, so wine is never an option.) This is in place of the more traditional communion wafer and wine, which I experienced for the first time today. My inappropriate comments to my husband were as follows:
1. The body of Christ tastes like crap. If I were represented by a wafer, I would at least put some cheese-wiz on it or something. At any rate, if I were Christ, I would not be happy with the representation.
2. I got body of Christ stuck in my teeth. Ew.
3. The body of Christ was stale. Then again, after 2000 or so years, one can't be expected to remain fresh.
That's enough church for me for a while. This service was boring as hell (but then again, considering, hell might be the improper analogy).
My tongue has been planted firmly in cheek.
This, of course, meant that I took communion for the first time in 10 years (since my own confirmation, I think). In my church growing up, we had little bits of broken up rolls and grape kool-aid to symbolize the body and blood of Christ. Yummy. (Methodism, unlike Catholicism, does not believe in transubstantiation, they merely think in metaphors. Also, Methodists don't drink, so wine is never an option.) This is in place of the more traditional communion wafer and wine, which I experienced for the first time today. My inappropriate comments to my husband were as follows:
1. The body of Christ tastes like crap. If I were represented by a wafer, I would at least put some cheese-wiz on it or something. At any rate, if I were Christ, I would not be happy with the representation.
2. I got body of Christ stuck in my teeth. Ew.
3. The body of Christ was stale. Then again, after 2000 or so years, one can't be expected to remain fresh.
That's enough church for me for a while. This service was boring as hell (but then again, considering, hell might be the improper analogy).
My tongue has been planted firmly in cheek.
