I don't quite see it that way anymore, but that doesn't mean I've matured. At church last Sunday, I took the bread and the grape juice, and downed them without too much of my former thought or excitement. The bread was delicious. Is it blasphemous to think the bread they give you for Communion tastes really good? I'm not even a bread enthusiast, but that tiny little cube of sourdough intrigued me.
Which member of the clergy went to the bakery to purchase the bread? Or was it a volunteer? And how did he/she decide on the variety? (Wheat would have been healthier, right? And after all, isn't the body of Christ supposed to be a healthy input?) How many loaves did it take to feed the congregation for two services? And how much did it cost? (Would the bakery offer a discount if the bread had the opportunity to become Jesus' flesh?) Was the loaf then placed in a plastic bag and tossed into the errand-runner's passenger seat? Was this loaf predestined, or did it remain insignificant until broken and blessed on Sunday morning? And, would it be horrible if I asked the pastor how I can get my hands on some of it? It doesn't need to be transubstantiated for me. I just want to slather a slice with some peanut butter.