Jesus in My Pocket

I walk towards the communion table. I step before the basket of bread and the cup of wine.  A time to remember.  A time for renewal. Christ meets me here. I breathe him in.

But, again, the bread is the hard-crust-too-large-for-one-mouthful size—at least for me. I know I’m not the only one who finds this distracting.  We talked about it in our book group.  I smile as I remember our conversation.

This time, I am determined not to let it distract me. I pick up a piece of the bread and break it in two.  The body of Christ, broken for me. I tightly clasp one half in my left hand. I dip the other in the wine.  A time to remember.  Forgive me. Strengthen me. Help us to be Christ’s body in the world.

I turn away from the table, the other half piece of bread still clasped in my hand. I slip it, gently, into my pocket.

I think, “I have Christ in my pocket.” I smile.  I like that.  But, will others think that is outrageous?  I worry.

Then, I begin to think, what happens to the leftover bread? Is it thrown out? Fed to the birds? Does someone take it home and make fondue?  I’m sure there must be some sacred handling of the leftovers.

I let it go. I’m sure the pastors and elders have this covered.

Later that day, I reach into my pocket. The bread!  I remember. The body of Christ, broken for me.

Throughout the day, I reach into my pocket and grasp the bread—now hard as a rock. Inedible.  The body of Christ, broken for me.

That night, as I get ready for bed, I open the top drawer of my night stand and tuck the bread into the corner. The body of Christ, broken for me.

And, so as I head to the communion table each week, I am no longer distracted by the super-sized pieces of bread. And, throughout the week, I remember the communion table.  The body of Christ, broken for me.

I have Jesus in my pocket. But, more importantly, I remember.  I remember that Christ bore the suffering on the cross for me.  I remember that Christ meets me here, in the place where I am–today and every day–if I will just seek Him out.

The body of Christ, broken for me.

And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”

–Luke 22:19

How will you remember Christ today?

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Posted on April 29, 2010, in Christianity, Faith, God and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Elizabeth,

    Amen. And I remember that when He was broken, He didn’t diminish but multiplied and brought many sons unto Himself. In His brokenness, I have healing and wholeness. And yes, Christ is in my heart. Thank you for sharing a very sober and refreshing encounter with us.

    Blessings and hugs,

    Gladwell

  2. Jesus in my pocket – I like that thought. He is always with us. Thanks for sharing this uplifting experience. Peace, Linda

  3. Gladwell, I love your comment that you have “healing and wholeness” in his brokenness. Thanks for that! — Godspeed, Elizabeth

  4. “I have Christ in my pocket” – wow. Just wow. I don’t think I will ever think of communion quite the same way again. I want Him in my pocket too. I so often find leftover animal crackers, crumbs, goldfish crackers courtesy of my boys. And now, every time, I will follow that breadcrumb trail back to this image. And remember. Christ, broken for me. With me. Even in the midst of my everyday ordinary.

    Thank you.

    ~Lisa-Jo

  5. LOVE this post! Every word. This is so similar to the way my own mind operates. And who can’t appreciate a tangible reminder of the most important thing? It has me thinking I want to haul some bread around in my pocket… It seems like a good way of keeping perspective in the midst of what is often chaotic.

    Stopping by via Holy Experience. 🙂

    • Thanks for stopping by! It has helped me keep perspective in the midst of my daily life.

      My kids always hauled around something–bread, “fishy” crackers, saltines. Now I do! — Godspeed, Elizabeth

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