#LentLite: Forgive us, for we know not.

“Our Lord Jesus, on the night in which he was betrayed, took bread, gave thanks, broke it, and gave it to his disciples saying, ‘Take, eat, this is my body, given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.’”

Thinking back to Hawaiian sweet bread.

Dry wafers.

Sourdough baked at home.

Challah.

Goldfish crackers.

Pita.

Chapatis.

“In the same way he also took the cup after supper, he gave it to the disciples saying, “This cup is the covenant of in my blood shed for you and for all people for the forgiveness of sins. Drink, all of you. Do this in remembrance of me.’”

Wine made from grapes crushed by my own feet.

Grape juice.

Champagne.

Wine too sweet to drink…


In all of its complexity and its diversity, this holy meal instituted in an upper room all those years ago is an expression of love. Love is who God is in the person of Jesus. What we have done to such love makes me shudder as Good Friday approaches.

Yet it is in the words of this meal that somehow bring me back from walking away from it all.

“…for the forgiveness of sins…”

God, continue to forgive us, for we know not what we do.

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