The communion bread today tastes of olives.
Literally the sensation on my tongue is the subtle olive brine of the very best olive you’ve ever eaten.
I sit, facing forward, put the bit of cracker/wafer-like bread in my mouth and almost draw back at the surprise of it. I study it on my tongue. I smile at the surprise. And then I taste the sand – that tiny bit of grit . . . and the ever-present sunshine of the desert.
That’s what Jesus tasted like today – like olives and sand and desert sun.
I don’t think I was getting a secret message to decode.
I think I was getting a gift. And it was just what I needed even though I didn’t know I needed it. And I was grateful and glad – so, so glad.
For today, Jesus tastes of desert sun and sand and olives . . . and it is good.
Well, I sort of thought it tasted like an artisan bread. I never thought of it as tasting Jesus; but, I think that is exactly what we are doing since we are eating it in remembrance of his body. I so enjoyed the fellowship at the church today. There are so many exciting and wonderful activities coming up for Easter. I told my husband I was feeling really gloomy and I had saw Beth had a blog and I thought I would check it out and see if it got me out of my funk; it did. I think Beth is one of the coolest ministers I have ever met. My great-grandmother, grandmother and father were all Holiness Pentacostal missionaries. VERY STRICT. I think I have found my nitch and I am extremely grateful. Amen.
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