On the night before he died, your Son, Jesus Christ, took bread; when he had given you thanks, he broke it, gave it to his disciples and said:
Take, eat, this is my body which is given for you;
do this to remember me.
in the tradition I’m part of
this is the day in the liturgical calendar when we remember
the good gift you have given us
in inviting us to remember you, to take and to eat.
Forgive me when I make it all about crafting liturgy,
and planning choreography.
Bring me back to this ordinary, extraordinary thing:
bread and wine, body and blood,
presence and life.
(with thanks to two smart friends of mine, Henry and Oliver, who when they were preparing to receive Communion for the first time as pre-schoolers had a very helpful conversation with me about bodies being how you are in a place (presence, I guess we’d call that) and blood keeping you alive (“if all your blood comes out you die”, they very wisely explained).
Jemma Allen is an Anglican priest, living and working in Auckland, New Zealand. She is also a counsellor and spiritual director and is currently working on a research project about contemplative practices as they relate to the work of counselling.
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