“Little Bits of Our Lord”

randomlychad  —  February 28, 2012 — 11 Comments


I go to a great church. It’s all about connecting people with God through Jesus. It’s awesome. Our mission statement is “Win. Train. Send.”

Win believers to Jesus Christ.
Train believers to become to disciples.
Send disciples out into the highways and byways.

Like I said, it’s great.

It’s also, in a way, very ritualistic. But there’s nothing wrong with ritual, per se (as long as the ritual is a means to higher end, and not an end in itself).

What I mean is we follow the same order of service every week:

Praise and worship, communion, offering, and sermon. For a hip, happening church it’s very “traditional:” three points and a prayer. Yes, things need to be done “decently and in order.” However:

Like I said above, there’s nothing wrong with rituals–until they start to feel ritualistic, become rote. Become more about something to get through, than why.

What do I mean?

Take communion, for example. Never have I attended a church where it was served every week. It was, at best, a once a month, or once a quarter, thing. And it was special. It wasn’t too familiar. It wasn’t common.

Yes, we’re supposed to be close to Jesus, but I don’t think we should be casual, or overly familiar, with communion. There should a mystique, an air of the numinous. And perhaps it shouldn’t be served with such regular frequency? Be that as it may, in my church’s defense, I understand the need for expediency, it being a large church. Thus communion is served quickly.

However, what I never expected to find were all those little bits of our Lord floating in the juice cups. In what is supposed to be a reflective time, in their haste to taste the body and blood, people are knocking those flavorless white pellets into the juice like so much flotsam.

I know our Lord walked on water, but I’m not sure He wanted to be summarily dunked. Besides, who wants juice with bits of flavorless floating flotsam in it? I know I’m not picking that cup.

Brothers and sisters, this ought not to be. Please be kind, unwind, relax as you reach for your communion pellet. Take a moment and remember why you’re there taking it in the first place.

Your fellow churchgoers will thank you.


Your brother in Christ,


What strange things have happened during communion at your church?




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  • At our church, we break off a piece from the loaf (which brings to mind an old Kit-Kat jingle, probably inappropriate in this case) and dip it in a large shared cup. This method leaves quite a few floaters, so I’m assuming you should probably never attend my church.

    • Now, there’s that.

      It’s interesting the different traditions and customs that spring up around communion. But at my church it is literally a 5-minute thing every week. We use those slotted trays with the concave receptacle in the center. And the receptacle is surrounded by concentric rows of juice cups. Servers pass them down the row very quickly, and we are to drink, return the empty, grab a pellet, and pass it on as expediently as possible. Badda-bing, badda-boom.
      If I had to guess, and not that it’s a bad thing, it’s a church (as most are) run by extroverts. I guess my concern, simply expressed, is that familiarity (and haste) can breed an unconscious (if not contempt), casual disregard.

      I don’t think I would have a problem with communion at your church--as long as there’s no double-dipping! 😉

      • Ha, definitely no double dipping. Any attempts would be quickly thwarted.
        I feel you on the expediency factor, I’m pretty sure I would take the same issue. That said, it’s cool to see that you’re still not bashing your church and that you’re thankful for all the things that they are doing right.

        • Dude, so thankful! Truly. So many things are awesome.

  • “However, what I never expected to find were all those little bits of our Lord floating in the juice cups” This reminds me of a dilemma I’ve come across. If the communion bread is too large, I am hesitant to chew it. I don’t want to get little chunks of my savior stuck between my teeth.

    • You’re supposed to rip them, then they won’t be so big. Or something. 😉
      If one is imbibing unawares, there’s a certain disconcerting feeling when one of those flavorless sodden pellets passes through the throat. Just sayin’.

      As you know, the text your quote was simply hyperbole used for the sake of comic effect--I don’t actually hold to the doctrine of transsubstantiation.
      How are things in New York?

  • One time a man had a heart attack during communion.

  • One time a man had a heart attack during communion.

  • Last Easter my wife and I were in my hometown and went to church with my family. We had communion, or Lord’s Supper as I knew it growing up, and there was some confusion in the aisles. Finally, the plate with the body of Christ came down our row, and when Tricia passed the plate to me, it was empty. People at the end told other ushers, and they were out too. Tricia just whispered in my ear, “I guess the Lord’s table isn’t open to everybody.” I did get grape juice though.

    • There’s something to ponder there about a church not having enough Jesus to go around.