Saturday, August 13, 2011

"In Remembrance of Crumbs"

(Please read Matthew 15:21-28)

“In remembrance”,
the young minister said
as he pointed to a prepared table.
Whispers could be heard.
“Christ’s body … Christ’s blood”.
Over and over again -
“Christ’s body … Christ’s blood”.
The words ended only
when all had been fed.

The crumbs of the ripped-apart loaves
had fallen at his feet.
When all had been served,
the minister,
a guest in the church,
bent down to pick up one crumb.
“Tidy”, I thought.
“He is so tidy.”

The service soon ended.
While all others were shaking hands
and discussing where to meet
for Sunday lunch,
the minister,
this guest in our ‘house’,
fell to his hands and knees
and began to pick up crumbs.
One at a time ... crumb after crumb …
finally brushing them
with one hand
into a small pile of crumbs.

I whispered to him,
"You shouldn’t do that.
I will clean the crumbs
from the carpet.”
He looked at me,
still on his hands and knees,
and said …
“I have been made worthy
to receive these crumbs.
I do this in remembrance.”

And then with a smile, he whispered,
“Would you care to join me?”
And so, that morning
I found myself on my knees,
picking up crumbs,
brushing them into a small pile.
This, too, I did ‘in remembrance’
of the day that Grace filled me,
(yes, even me)
with a holy nourishment.

1 comment:

  1. That was beautiful. We can all do with a bit of remembrance. I do enjoy your words and inspiration!

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