This morning I was jarred when the communion tray being passed down our pew was in fact a bowl full of what looked to be assorted coffee creamers. They were clear plastic and some of them contained a purple fluid.
When I reached in and took one I realized the tiny hermetically sealed thimble of grape juice was connected to an even smaller one containing about 2 cc. of cracker.
As we peeled back the foil on this bizarre combination we were singing “We are one–” and I just couldn’t. Couldn’t peel, couldn’t sing, couldn’t partake. Was this not the ultimate commercialization of our faith–the body and blood of our Savior packaged in single-dose servings? In what possible sense were we all partaking of one Person?
I couldn’t help thinking of Woody Allen’s movie Hannah and Her Sisters, in which he comes home from the market and matter-of-factly unloads his groceries from a paper bag onto the kitchen table: a Bible and a crucifix followed by Wonder Bread and mayonnaise–
Actually, now that I have had a chance to reflect, I am sure it is a practical way to get the Lord’s Supper to soldiers on the front and to survivors of natural disasters.
I don’t mean to be critical. It was just a shock, that’s all.