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.”
How will you remember Christ today?