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the same Christ

In Holy Communion we have Christ under the appearance of bread. In our work we find him under the appearance of flesh and blood. It is the same Christ. — Mother Teresa

This past Saturday’s blog post (entitled a good question) focused on Shane Claiborne’ s question about the dichotomy of worshiping a homeless man on Sunday and ignoring a homeless man on Monday. Shortly after posting that blog I came across this quote from Mother Teresa. Both quotes heavily influenced my Communion message on Sunday morning.

As Christians we believe that when the Communion elements of bread and wine are consecrated they become the body and blood of Christ. We call Communion a Holy Sacrament because we believe it is a divine means of grace. Christ comes to us in the form of bread and wine.

Mother Teresa tells us that as Christ comes to us in the bread and wine on Sunday, He comes to us in the guise of one of the least of these every day during the week.

Every opportunity we have to draw closer to the oppressed, the poor, the hungry, the homeless, those in prison, and those despised by society is then a true means of grace.

And that brings us back to Shane Claiborne’s question: “How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore him on Monday?”

It really is a good question, isn’t it?

 

 

a prayer for bread and justice

O God, just as the disciples heard Christ’s words of promise and began to eat the bread and drink the wine in the suffering of a long remembrance and in the joy of a hope, grant that we may hear your word, spoken in each thing of everyday affairs:

Coffee, on our table in the morning;
     the simple gesture of opening a door to go out, free;
     the shouts of children in the parks;
     a familiar song, sung by an unfamiliar voice;
     a friendly tree that has not yet been cut down.

May simple things speak to us of your mercy, and tell us that life can be good.
     And may these sacramental gifts make us remember those who do not receive them:

     who have their lives cut every day, in the bread absent from the table;
     in the door of the hospital, the prison, the welfare home that does not open;
     in sad children, feet without shoes, eyes without hope;
     in war hymns that glorify death;
     in deserts where once there was life;

Christ was also sacrificed; and may we learn that we participate in the saving sacrifice of Christ when we participate in the suffering of his little ones.   Amen.

A prayer by Rubem Alves from Brazil (taken from the The United Methodist Hymnal).