Since I started working for a mobile church,
I keep a spare box of Body of Christ in my car
in case we run low on Sunday morning.
Once I bought whole wheat matzoh because the store was out of regular.
The pastor choked when he was trying to administer the elements.
When the associate pastor requested salted matzoh,
the pastor choked again.
“Christ has died [cough cough]. Christ has risen [cough].”
One Sunday, I spotted a little girl in a stroller
drinking out of a white grape juice box
(we serve grape juice for health and conscience reasons)
and I was outraged that her parents (the scheduled communion prep volunteers)
had taken the blood of Christ, the cup of the new covenant,
which I am responsible for restocking!
Then I remembered He was all about “suffer the little children
to come unto ME.”
