Communion
I remember my Philo prof saying God was indeed very wise, placing his only son in the Middle East, where there live a bunch of aesthetically-gifted people, to be raised as one of their own. So his son was the Jew, and that affected everything, because each tradition we do in mass originated from the Jews.
Because if God placed Jesus in Mexico, it would definitely be a different scenario. Instead of the bread the Jews eat, the priest will take the burrito and nachos on the altar and say, “Take this, all of you, and eat it. This is my body which will be given up for you…”
And If Jesus was American? The priest will be holding up a McDonald’s cheeseburger in one hand, and a cup of coke in the other. If the son of God was Chinese, we would be partaking on our share of blessed dumplings and green tea. And of course, if Jesus were Filipino, our Sunday communion would consist of pork adobo and rice in banana leaves with… coconut milk.
If the church gave out say, free burritos, or dumplings, during Mass, I’d always be present during Sundays. See, the way I think is, you are physically and spiritually nourished after eating one of their sacred cheeseburgers. And if God wanted attendance in his weekly celebrations increased, he would have done this.
But since He placed Jesus, his only son, among the Jews, we’re stuck with the thin wafer-like circle called “bread” and that reddish diluted sort of liquid called “wine”. Bummer.
God is wise, but someone should tell him his advertising strategy sucks.
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On another note, I’m on my second day of my semestral break. Yeaaaah! Sembreaks, how I love youuuu!
Now my goal for the whole break is to make a permanent indentation of my ass in the couch, making up for the hours of TV-watching I missed during the semester from hell. And also, I will make sure to read every romance novel I can get my hands on. All these months, I have been deprived of reading sucky love scenes like “his manly phallus speared the flower of her femininity…”
Insert swooning gestures.
Because if God placed Jesus in Mexico, it would definitely be a different scenario. Instead of the bread the Jews eat, the priest will take the burrito and nachos on the altar and say, “Take this, all of you, and eat it. This is my body which will be given up for you…”
And If Jesus was American? The priest will be holding up a McDonald’s cheeseburger in one hand, and a cup of coke in the other. If the son of God was Chinese, we would be partaking on our share of blessed dumplings and green tea. And of course, if Jesus were Filipino, our Sunday communion would consist of pork adobo and rice in banana leaves with… coconut milk.
If the church gave out say, free burritos, or dumplings, during Mass, I’d always be present during Sundays. See, the way I think is, you are physically and spiritually nourished after eating one of their sacred cheeseburgers. And if God wanted attendance in his weekly celebrations increased, he would have done this.
But since He placed Jesus, his only son, among the Jews, we’re stuck with the thin wafer-like circle called “bread” and that reddish diluted sort of liquid called “wine”. Bummer.
God is wise, but someone should tell him his advertising strategy sucks.
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On another note, I’m on my second day of my semestral break. Yeaaaah! Sembreaks, how I love youuuu!
Now my goal for the whole break is to make a permanent indentation of my ass in the couch, making up for the hours of TV-watching I missed during the semester from hell. And also, I will make sure to read every romance novel I can get my hands on. All these months, I have been deprived of reading sucky love scenes like “his manly phallus speared the flower of her femininity…”
Insert swooning gestures.