Christ,
you come to us
 and
 because we are broken
you are broken,
you bless us
 (and our brokenness)
beyond all
 telling.

You do not leave us.

You stay, and you sustain us as vital food.
Grace becomes like loaves and fishes.
You lavish love prodigally on us
each time you come to us.
You make us one,
since you are
our very
food
and
  drink.
Let
us
give
your love
  to each other.

Melchizedek carried bread and wine to Abram.
Jesus, you bring your body and blood
in the shape of bread and wine
to our table.

Loaves and fishes, body and blood.

God, you are love in
abundance.

Jesus,
What is “this” in
 “Do this in memory of me?”
Should we recall your infinite love
when we break the bread and drink the wine?
And your laying down your life
for us?

Or would you have us lay down
our own lives with you
for each other?
Or both?
Lord,
show us.