His body, broken for us
Bread of life broken and shared
His presence recognized in the breaking,

The fruit of the vine-
Crushed, fermented, shared-
His blood, his Life!

The last will be first,
The greatest, a child.
Our king is a servant.

We wanted a superhero-
He came as a child-
Vulnerable, human like us.
He knows.

(Communion isn’t about out wholeness and perfection and glitzy spiritual pizzazz…brokenness is recognized….Jesus, human and perfect….us, human and messy. I read somewhere that communion is the great equalizer – we ALL come to the foot of the cross – people all over the world,, and acknowledge our need for a God who knows what it’s like to have become human.)