Eat it
The way he held it up to me was disturbing and insulting and degrading all at the same time.
Eat it, for this is the body of the Christ you hunger for
Instead of kneeling, like in traditional communication, I was standing, and the Priest was kneeling. But usually, when you kneel, it is in respect, and this Priest was kneeling is disdain.
Almost as if he wanted to tell me
Even when I am below you, I am always above you
It wasn't a wafer either. It was flesh, and it was raw and bloody and warm.
He seemed to sense my thoughts.
No need for transubstantiation anymore. We have actual flesh and body and blood, no need to play pretend like you did at the old Church.
My mouth was open and I was so afraid.
He poked the piece of raw meat into my mouth, from his kneeling position, and it tasted like blood and stagnation. And, I tasted the oil and dirt underneath his fingernails.
Does it taste like a Christ to you? Or does it taste like a stale cracker?
The sacrament was given, and I chewed.
>Eat it
The way he held it up to me was disturbing and insulting and degrading all at the same time.
>Eat it, for this is the body of the Christ you hunger for
Instead of kneeling, like in traditional communication, I was standing, and the Priest was kneeling. But usually, when you kneel, it is in respect, and this Priest was kneeling is disdain.
Almost as if he wanted to tell me
>Even when I am below you, I am always above you
It wasn't a wafer either. It was flesh, and it was raw and bloody and warm.
He seemed to sense my thoughts.
>No need for transubstantiation anymore. We have actual flesh and body and blood, no need to play pretend like you did at the old Church.
My mouth was open and I was so afraid.
He poked the piece of raw meat into my mouth, from his kneeling position, and it tasted like blood and stagnation. And, I tasted the oil and dirt underneath his fingernails.
>Does it taste like a Christ to you? Or does it taste like a stale cracker?
The sacrament was given, and I chewed.
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