It is easy for me to think of towering trays and tiny cups, filled with Welch’s grape juice. Part of my “preacher’s kid” childhood was the ability to drink the remains. Sacrilege in some religious organizations, we just enjoyed the rich grape flavor, savoring each cup.
Somewhere along the way, I was taught the gift of the Sacrament: a heady idea of sharing so completely that we partake in the essential godliness of Christ.
I wonder about the complexity of how we can’t possibly deserve such a gift. Maybe it would be best if we tossed aside our “grown up” thoughts and enjoyed the rich gift given with childlike wonder.