Tomorrow I lead what is called the Methodist Covenant Service. At the heart of this service is a remembering of the meal that Jesus shared with his disciples. Despite his realisation that someone close to him would betray him he still shares himself perfectly with them. I doubt many of us would be so gracious. This is written for all those times we feel unworthy of the friendliness of God as it is expressed in those who represent Jesus in recreating that meal.
Crumbs
in my hand.
Torn by a stranger
who glanced meaningfully
for a short while
while words tumbled
from her mouth
Her hands hovered over bread
and a poor impersonation of wine
“take
eat”
“take
drink”
“all
all
all
of you”.
Could it be
that
these
hands,
which would have touched
and betrayed the holy,
are welcome
at this table?