Grace and Peace to you.
I am the living bread that came down from heaven.
Whoever eats of this bread will live forever;
and the bread that I will give
for the life of the world is my flesh…
Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood
abide in me, and I in them.
—John 6. 51, 56
Don’t just have an opinion about him.
Eat him up, all he is.
Feast on compassion.
Let tender courage nourish you.
Let his passionate presence,
God made real on the sidewalk,
satisfy your deepest hunger.
Taste sweet forgiveness, ripe delight.
Chew on his challenge to your mind,
your habits, your chewy, chewy fears.
Get a mouthful of his tangy mindfulness,
his fierce resolve to wrestle with raw life;
let it strengthen you,
and build the muscles of your soul.
Drink deep of his love poured out for you,
tears wept for you, blood flowing.
Consume his very flesh, his piercing eyes,
his warm hands on your head,
his embrace when you tremble.
Take in his body, this whole body
of heaven’s lovers, all of us, to the dregs.
Take him into yourself, digest him wholly,
let him become part of you,
muscle and sinew and cell.
Swallow the whole experience
of being so healed, so loved, so saved.
Don’t just believe in him.
Be filled with him.
Get drunk on him.
You are what you eat.