Jesus,
Sometimes I shuffle around the house
hungry for company.
So I turn on the TV
or talk to myself.
Some days, I’m stumbling in the depths of despair
so I take my 2,000 IUs of Vitamin D (I don’t even know what that means)
and turn on all the lights, and sit in the windows
to soak up the pieces of joy we like to call sunshine
And sometimes,
I can’t breathe,
And the world collapses in,
in such a way that my inhaler can’t help
because the enormity of a world coming to the end
is just too much to bear.
And so, when you promised–
When you promise that you will be my bread
and I will never thirst
These are the kinds of hungers
These are the kinds of thirst you are talking about
The deep pangs and aches of being human.
The empty spots.
That there are places, that need to be filled.
And healed.
“This is my body, broken for you”
And that sometimes we skip over those places.
Ignoring them until they scream into every corner of our being.
Ignoring them, until they demand to be healed, hungry to be healthy again.
Because, in the end, you know.
We humans are hungry.
To be noticed, to be fed, to be warm, to be healed, to be loved.
Sometimes I’m hungry God.
Sometimes, I’m so hungry that it hurts.
“This is my body, broken for you”
Feed us.
And help us also, to feed one another.
Isn’t that why you sat with us, your disciples at the table?
“This is my body, broken for you”
Teach us to feed, and be fed.
Restore us to the ministry of communion I pray.
Amen.
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