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One Bread, One Body

One bread, one body, one Lord of all
One cup of blessing which we bless
And we, though many, throughout the earth
We are one body in this one Lord.

How many times have I sung these words while taking communion and while others communed at our common table? Bread broken. Poured out wine. Each of us humbled before the elements of the One Lord.

Gentile or Jew
Servant or free
Woman or man
No more

A cup of blessing offered openly, freely, with each one individually. No distinction. No head table. No second rows. No provisional status. No, come back after you have made some changes. All welcomed at the table of grace.

One bread, one body, one Lord of all
One cup of blessing which we bless
And we, though many, throughout the earth
We are one body in this one Lord.

Yet, look at us there. Each so different. All sizes and shapes, colors and hues, ages and stages. What a variety we are, just to look at us. But what an even more glorious distribution we are on the inside. A side we can’t see but our Lord does. A place we don’t know but our God does.

Many the gifts, many the works
One in the Lord of all.

One bread, one body, one Lord of all
One cup of blessing which we bless
And we, though many, throughout the earth
We are one body in this one Lord.

What a beautiful day is coming when each one kneels, bearing soul, offering self, telling the truth of their life to the One who alone can read it in full.

And together…¬†We are one body in this one Lord.

Where do I Fit in the Body of Believers?

If the church is the body of Christ, what part would you be?

All the good parts are spoken for, right? You’re late to the game so you get to choose from the left overs. Head – gone. Heart – gone. Right hand, left hand – they’re taken. Even the smelly feet got scooped up. After all, those things can take you places.

Er, just what am I looking for here? Something that will work for me? Something I can really put to good use? Or… am I looking for a good fit? A part that suits me, that feels right, that I can snuggle into and make into a home.

Sounds more like a nest than a body, that does. Perhaps the question isn’t what part would I be, but what part would be me?

Daunting. When I drew a figure of a body, it looked more like the tracing at a crime scene. Indistinct body parts, not much you can identify. But wouldn’t you know it, that silhouette of a man turned and started running. Running off the page. And here I am, watching him go.

Trying to get him all proportioned, I drew him with circles for hands and circles for feet. Pretty tough to run that way. Pretty hard to reach that way. Hey man, you need some fingers! some toes! maybe a thumb or two. Good for gripping, holding… There I am again, thinking about me.

Lord, what do you need?

I thought you’d never ask. Here you are.

What’s “thy kingdom” and when will it get here?

Our God is a very patient God. With all that we’ve done to deny and defy and dismiss Him since the beginning of time…I’d call that patient.

He’s promised, in Christ, to come again and to bring His kingdom with Him. What if that’s not a descent but an uprising? What if He is waiting until each one of His children uncovers the unique feature of themselves that is His making? And we are blinded to this one thing in ourselves, capable of seeing it clearly only in selflessly attending to the other.

What if Kingdom come depends on us? Each of us, responsible for drawing the God-portion out of the other, until every last piece is called out. The body of Christ on earth shaped into one Kingdom puzzle: the God made known in Jesus, come again.

If fitting the pieces depended wholly on us, how would we live?

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