Excerpt from John 6:54-69
"Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them…the one who eats this bread will live forever."
Reflection by Quinn G. Caldwell
To hear some of us super-smart, well-educated modern Protestants tell it, you'd think Jesus instituted the Lord's Supper just to give us something pleasant to contemplate, not to actually change anything about our lives. We roll our eyes when we hear tell of some benighted historical belief that the Eucharist could actually save your life. We shift uncomfortably when we discover that our next door neighbor is retrograde enough to fret about missing an opportunity to take it. Superstition! we scoff. Blind faith! Foolishness!
We then proceed to pop our multivitamins, eat our leafy green vegetables, and take our meds as - dare I say it? - religiously as the most frequent communicant. And do you do it any less superstitiously than your neighbor takes Communion, really? Aren't those vitamins really just a kind of talisman against osteoporosis or scurvy or early mortality or whatever? Aren't you just taking it on blind faith that your meds contain whatever the doctor says they do, and that the active ingredient does what it's supposed to? Are you really any less benighted about the mysteries of your meds than the average peasant was about the mystery of the Mass?
I'm not arguing for superstition here. I'm just saying that a better Expert than your doctor has recommended frequent Communion as good for what ails you, so you ought to be taking it at least as religiously as your heart pills.
Lord, whether by Communion or by Flintstones vitamins, save me. Amen.