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Feast of the Body and Blood of Jesus Mk14/12-16, 22-26 |
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| Background: Table fellowship was an important part of Jesus’s work. He taught many times during meals with his disciples and with others. His community was already identified with such meals even before the "Last Supper" so it was natural that after he returned to the Father in Heaven, his followers continued the custom of the common meal at which Jesus was presumed still to be present. Out of this custom the Eucharistic theology developed naturally. (A recent survey showed that Catholics believe in the Real Presence in overwhelming numbers.) We must not permit the common meal dimension of the Eucharist to slip away from our consciousness. The ceremony as we now perform has only a slight resemblance to a real meal. Yet a meal it is. We gather around a table with our families and our neighbors and our friends and Jesus comes among us, first through the preaching of His Word and then through His Presence in the Eucharist. |
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Story: Once upon a time a daddy took cooking lessons. He was the kind of a daddy who thought he was a renaissance man (some daddies are that way, you know). He played golf and basketball, he sang (especially at weddings, even when he wasn’t invited), he wrote poetry, he painted, and he was skilled in the mysteries of the internet. He thought there was nothing that he could not do if he set his mind to it. So one day he announced to his family that he was going to become a gourmet cook. They all laughed at him, politely and lovingly, but they still laughed. So he was even more determined. He went to class every night and practiced on the class and on some of his friends. Finally, one night he announced that on the following Sunday he would cook a feast for his family like the one in the film Babette’s Feast (minus the turtle). Everyone had something else they would rather do, but because they loved their daddy, they came to the meal, suppressing (almost) their giggles. You know what happened? WELL, the meal was wonderful. So the kids went to school on Monday and bragged that their daddy was the best cook in the parish. And he did it all, they said, because he loves us so much. |
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