This is My body. This is My blood.
This post is coming a bit late in the day, due to a power outage and modem/router meltdown that happened at our house this morning and has taken most of the day to get fixed. So today’s entry will be short, but hopefully it will provide us with something substantial to chew on as we make our way into the weekend.
How might our understanding of our bodies be influenced by our experience of the eucharist?
A friend and I were talking about this over coffee last week, and it’s been marinating in my mind ever since.
When we take eucharist, we are taking the elements — bread and wine — into our bodies. We do this as an act of spiritual sustenance, but think also of what those elements represent:
Christ’s body. Christ’s blood.
His body and his life source, and we’re taking them into ourselves.
When we do this, we’re saying, in a way, that we want his blood to mingle and flow with ours. His muscles to establish themselves with our own. His eyes and ears and mouth and nose and skin and bones and flesh to meet with ours.
When we take Christ’s body and blood in the eucharist, how might that impact our bodies and/or our view of them?