Held Too Lightly...

"The Body of Christ broken for you on the cross..."

The words rest in my ears, familiar yet powerful.

The bread rests on my palm. It weighs nothing. I close my eyes and I can't tell it's there. I have to press down on it with my thumb to sense it.

And somewhere else in the building I hear
- children crying
- hammers pounding
- a phone ringing

Life and hurt and rebuilding and the normalcy of today goes on and on around me...and I can't feel the presence of the Body of Christ in my hand.

I hold Christ too lightly, too easily.

I have to make myself aware.

Until...

Until I eat the juice soaked bread.

Until I eat the Flesh and drink the Blood...

And I can't ignore it. And I can't refuse it. And I must pat attention.

For Christ is inside me.

And I am not the same...