Wednesday, January 14, 2009
This Is My Body
You say you believe this. You insist it is so.
But you exchange the sublime liturgy for the music of entertainment, as if the setting for these Most Holy Things doesn't matter.
You carry on as though there's nothing special here. No need to genuflect. No need for holy trepidation. No need for taking pains.
You might put on your vestments to please some folks, but not if it's too inconvenient. Not if, say, it's an informal gathering anyhow. Informal? This can be informal to you? How?
You place this in plastic. You throw the remains down the drain. You spill, and it doesn't matter. You make crumbs, and they fly, and you don't care.
You don't care.
Yet you say it's the real thing.
Well frankly, guy, I'm having a real hard time believing you.
I think you're making a confession here, and it belies what you say you believe.