Communion can either be traditional (however that looks to you), or it can be spicy. Last Sunday I was asked to set up communion before service. No problem. I’ve been in ministry for 36 years and setting up communion is rather a traditional, non-thinking type of duty.
I arrived early. Poured the wine (woops, I mean grape juice) into the chalice, and went looking for the bread to grace the plate. No bread. No flat bread either. No crackers that I could see. Not good.
Improvising, I asked Holly Hospitality if I could use a few of her plain bagels for communion bread. That worked, and the communion elements elegantly took their place on the red tablecloth.
Fathers House communion practice is to make the red table with the plate of bread and chalice available to any who would like to partake during worship. Since my friend Vickie was back in church after a few weeks of illness, we decided to take communion together.
Humble prayers graced our time together, and the small piece of bagel dipped in grape juice felt holy as we partook. Yet no sooner had the bread slipped over our tongues when fire rippled through our heads.
It wasn’t the fire of God. Holly Hospitality’s jalapeno bagels spiced up traditional, and communion burned within me through the rest of service.
I doubt they’ll ask me to prepare communion again.
What is your most unusual communion experience? We’d love to hear about it.
In Him together, Susan Gaddis