There are three ministers sitting at the front behind the communion table. I’ve come full today, full of the sadness and fear and anger I’d tried to leave behind but couldn’t. And I’ve come empty, hungry for Jesus. I’m so grateful He calls me to come as I am.
The senior minister, Darrell, is in the middle with Andrea on his right and Abe on his left. Darrell stands, welcoming us all to the table and speaking the words of institution as he lifts the loaf and breaks it. I watch as Abe and Andrea pass the trays of bread to the servers to share with us. Darrell asks that we hold the bread until all have received and can partake “because we’re all in this together.”
Then, to his right, Andrea stands and lifts the cup. Her clear voice rings out, “And then He took the cup. . .” I was raised in a church where women couldn’t speak the words of institution or distribute the elements. My heart is in my throat. Something is happening and Jesus is in this place and we are on holy ground.
I expect her to suggest that we take the cup when we receive it as a sign that even though we are brought into the body we each come to Jesus individually. She asks instead that we wait once again and drink together. That breaks me right open and tears run down my cheeks because don’t we all have times we need to be reminded that this is the ultimate truth, that we really are part of Jesus’ body, all in this together, with each other and for each other and that’s how it’s meant to be?
We’re singing “Let the weak say I am strong” and part of that strength comes from sensing your fellow cells squished up against you in this living, breathing, growing body. There are moments Jesus’ life flows through you to feed them and warm them and hold them up and there are moments the flow is reversed. And often those moments aren’t very far apart.
I watch as the mystery unfolding in front of me deepens. Andrea returns from passing the trays of tiny cups to the servers. Darrell has stepped out from behind the table. He speaks to her a few words I can’t hear and she smiles and steps in behind the table, into the middle, into his place, and sits in his seat. Darrell sits in hers, then stands again to collect the emptied trays as the servers return.
This is the Lord’s table and I’ve just watched Him step out of His place and put me—a straggler and a struggler and a woman1 —in it, right in the middle of the Trinity where I can sit, surrounded and honored and safe and then where I can stand again—Jesus now wearing my flesh—and offer His blood and His body, His life and His strength, to my fellow ministers and to the world.
There are no words Darrell could have spoken which would have carried that message to my heart the way his action did.
There is truth that has to be embodied and joy that has to be laughed and grief that has to come out in wet and salty tears. There is love that has to be knelt and danced and lived and longing that can only be expressed as you lie clinging to the feet of Jesus.
Our body is not an accessory to our souls. It’s not a mere house for the more precious and lasting part of us. Rather, as Old Testament scholar Johannes Pedersen says, ‘The body is the soul in its outward form.”2
Taking it further:
Speaking of Genesis 2:7, Celeste Snowber Schroeder says,
“The Hebrew literally tells us that ‘God breathed in the nostrils the breath of life and the human became a nephesh,’ most often translated as soul. The passage does not say that the human was supplied with a soul as some other attachment to the body, but by the breath of God the human became a living body-soul, a living human being. So man and woman in their total essence are souls. As articulated by Old Testament scholar Johannes Pedersen, ‘Soul and body are so intimately united that a distinction cannot be made between them. They are more than ‘united,’: the body is the soul in its outward form.’ In the beginning of creation we were designed as one: body-soul.”3
What questions does this raise for you? What difference might this understanding of soul and body as two facets of the same whole make in your life (in your work, your decisions, your relationships, the daily practice of your faith and the way you read Scripture)?
1 This is not to imply either that Andrea is a straggler or a struggler, or that women are in general any more so than men. We’re all dust, and the great mystery of grace is that Jesus puts any of us in this place where He wears our flesh and loves others through us. But since I’m a woman and have the church background that I do, the grace of Andrea being placed in that seat enabled me to glimpse and receive the grace more deeply.
2 Johannes Pedersen, Israel: Its Life and Culture (London: Oxford University Press, 1959), 171.
3 Celeste Snowber Schroeder, Embodied Prayer (Liguiori, Missouri: Triumph Books, 1995), 22.
This is the fourth in a series of Lenten posts exploring what it might look like to live fully alive to God with our bodies as well as our souls. Click on the links to read the first three:
Dust you are: a call to pay attention
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Another really moving reflection. We also had communion yesterday and the choir piece just before the institution was “Come to the table and listen while he whispers your name (sung in a whisper)”. The age-old institutional words moved me again to tears – that my God should die for me! Thank you. Bob Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 21:42:45 +0000 To: email@example.com
Thanks for sharing this, Bob. That’s a beautiful song that I hadn’t heard before.
Wow! What humbling and powerfully-moving words (and actions)! And the song, The Whisper, by Susan Bentall Boersma and Craig Courtney(mentioned by Bob above) is beautiful and life-giving too.
Yes, they really were. And I just listened to this song for the first time too—lovely!
I was very moved by this moment as well, and actually spotted you in the congregation below and prayed for you, my friend… it has been too long since we sat together and talked. So I will say it here on the internet… I am so grateful for you. Thank-you so much for everything you are sharing. 🙂
Thank you, Lilac. Yes it has been too long. Maybe one of these weeks I can come and meet you for lunch again . . . ? You hear my heart through these posts but I’d love to hear how yours is these days!
A beautifully written piece…thank you…and as Andrea’s brother…I’d like to share with you an interesting ten minute exploration into the Hebrew nuances contained in one of the texts you cited. Part one is posted below…
Hmmm. Interesting. Thanks, Brent.
Good morning Carolyn, This reading touched me and I wanted you to know how wonderful you are to be so authentic. I look forward to catching up soon – God is good Blessings and love, Terri
Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 21:42:48 +0000 To: firstname.lastname@example.org
Thanks Terri. I appreciate your openness as well. I look forward to seeing you again soon.