“In the physical”
Something about those three words always make me wince. Yet I would not have been able to explain why. Not in a few words. Not in words that made sense even to me.
“In the physical”
Until this morning. This last Sunday before Easter. The steady progress through forty days of … something. That annual cycle of … something. Almost at the horror show. The nails. The thorns. The spitting. The degradation. The End. Before the Beginning.
(Does God Soft Hands Jesus ever go ”Yadayadayada … “ when you meet with Him in The Word?)
The verses presented to me this morning in line with these church calendar dates? Our respectful burp of pain on His behalf. Our annual eyes-down of sorrow. Good Friday and the cross the next circled date …
”Yadayadayada … “ was the reaction inside this morning.
And then He let rip.
In earlier days it would have been Batman and the batmobile. Now it is just “WOWEEE!” – that immediate outflowing of a(n unrestrained, high-five and “holy shit”) sense of union and wonder …
While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take it; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, and they all drank from it. “This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many,” he said to them. “Truly I tell you, I will not drink again from the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.” Mark 14:22-25
“In the physical” ?
My physical IS spiritual IS physical and spiritual.
Headache? Take an aspirin. Ulcer? Take your medicine. Blood pressure? One tablet three times a day.
Communion? Take Me, drink Me.
He bonds my Body, blends my Cells: physically and spiritually IS spiritually and physically. It is one. I am one. We are of One.
“In the physical” –
How does that work?