Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
A Metaphor
The bread is the body; the body is the bread. Sometimes the body of Christ isn't pretty, but it's still what Christ uses to feed us. Or, to put it another way, it is past midnight, and there is no way I'm getting up at the crack of dawn to bake a prettier loaf of communion bread.
Posted by Valerie (Kyriosity) at 12:11 AM
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On September 10, 2007 3:07 PMAnonymouswrote... Well, the Word does say that His body was marred beyond all recognition. You're just being theologically correct. ~Eleanor
On September 10, 2007 4:41 PMThe Danewrote... Yeah, well, I'll tell you. I would kill for some store-bought for our Table. It's pretty hard to choke it down with the thimbleful of wine we get. They should at least give us a mug if they're going to serve us what they do.
I mean I suppose it works well with the idea of the crucifixion being unpalatable, but I can hardly see there being a problem with gluttonish trouble brewing in Corinth if they used what we use in my congregation.
In my church, the leftover communion bread goes on the refreshments table, where it is consumed by the little sparrows (and sometimes the big people, too). This week the sparrows weren't too thrilled, since the bread really was rather burnt, but the grownups were not displeased.
On September 10, 2007 4:52 PMAnonymouswrote... What IS the recipe? I wonder of it's the same as ours. ~Eleanor
On September 10, 2007 7:26 PMThe Danewrote... Ah, but see. Yours would be unacceptable. You leavenizer you! *sigh* every Sunday, I threaten to leap up and shout: "A yeast! A yeast! My kingdom for a yeast!"
On September 10, 2007 7:37 PMValerie (Kyriosity)wrote... Ditch the crankiness; love the brethren; let that work through the body like yeast. You get the Supper every Sunday, and with real wine? Brother you have much for which to give thanks! Think of how many get fed only monthly or *shudder* quarterly!
The bread is the body; the body is the bread. Look around as you partake, and feast on your neighbors (can't believe I tied in the comments from the previous thread, can you?) and give of yourself for them to feast on. It's not your kingdom to give, but take your leavenizing wishes to the King, and see what He does about it.
But yeah, you're right of course. Which is why I only complain to you, the invisible people on the interthing. It really isn't that big a deal that our communion bread isn't all that palatable when compared to the fact that many don't get to take from the Table every week.
On September 10, 2007 9:27 PMValerie (Kyriosity)wrote... The Dane: Well...at least it was pretty jocular seriousness. But I do get fired up pretty quickly about the sacraments. Had a discussion yesterday about a church where they won't even baptize professing children 'til their mid to late teens and until they've "proved" their Christianness. Steam was comin' outta my ears over that one!
