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Food for the Soul

June 3, 2020

    When I was six years old, I finally mustered up all my courage to ask my mother the question that had been haunting me for months, "Mom, why can't I eat the crackers at church?"
    It was a Sunday, and the hour hand was inching ever closer to twelve. It had been nearly five hours since breakfast, and I, a food-obsessed first grader, was absolutely starving. The pastor's voice droned on and on as every second seemed to slow to a slug's pace. As my stomach rumbled, I glanced at the clock and realized I probably wouldn't make it to the end of the morning worship service if I didn't get my hands on something, anything, to eat.
    Salvation wasn't far away though, for this was a Communion Sunday. At the front of the sanctuary, silver plates stood gleaming proudly, each filled with either broken saltines or small, plastic cups of grape juice. In a few minutes, the sermon would end, and the ushers would pass the plates around to each of the church members. If I could just have one cracker, my stomach would be satisfied, at least until I could make it home for lunch.
    The only obstacle was my mother. Week after week, she denied me the right to eat the crackers, despite the fact that she could hear my stomach growling unhappily beside her. Still I held out hope; perhaps this week she would decide to be a little more kind and would allow me to have the cracker I so desperately wanted.
    But she would not budge. When I leaned over and quietly asked if I could have the crackers this time, she shook her head and told me I wasn't old enough. And so I sat sullenly, watching my parents eat the crackers and drink the grape juice, heads bowed in reverent prayer. I didn't yet understand why I couldn't participate in this simple, seemingly unimportant ritual. And I wouldn't for many years.
    As a seventh grader, I began the membership class at church. In our denomination (the Presbyterian Church in America) Communion, or the Lord's Supper, is reserved for members, the people who have publicly confessed their faith in Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior. To become a member, a person must take five vows; by taking these vows, we acknowledge our need for a Savior, affirm our faith in Jesus as that Savior, and promise to live in a way that is fitting for us as His followers.
   Two years ago, I took all five of those vows, and, although plagued by doubts at the time, I truly meant them. I took my first Communion, finally allowed to eat the crackers I had longed for since I was little, but, by then, I had begun to understand what Communion meant, and why my parents previously wouldn't let me participate in it: Communion, I realized, is not a mid-morning snack. It is not about the food, at least, not about the kind that goes in your stomach. No, Communion is so much deeper than that. It is about satisfying yourself spiritually, about being in a deep, meaningful relationship with God, about affirming your need for His saving grace again and again and thanking Him for it.
    This is why my parents would not let me participate in Communion as a first grader. It was not because they wanted to starve me; it was because they wanted me to first understand who God was and why I needed Him so much. I am grateful that my mother did not yield and let me eat the crackers as a first grader, since I do not think I would get the same meaning from Communion now. To an outsider, or a hungry first grader, it may just look like some crackers and grape juice. But to us, it is so much more than that.

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  • Cheshire Cat

    We were at church and my cousin(who is 5) asked if she could have a chip too

    9 months ago
  • thisiswhoiam

    I've submitted a review, its just waiting to be approved :). I'm not a Christian but this was quite powerful in a gentle way.

    9 months ago
  • MazeRunnerGirl

    this is beautiful! I'm in 9th grade and have only recently understood this and taken communion, because I always saw it as a serious adult thing I wasn't good enough for. This is an amazing, simple statement on communion. Fantastic! :D

    9 months ago
  • Ezinne Clare

    I'm in love with this!

    9 months ago
  • Paisley Blue

    Nice job! I love the way you incorporated details and wrote so perfectly the first-grader.

    9 months ago
  • delete

    Hey there, I grew up in a Catholic culture and go to a catholic school, and I agree with you. I used to think it was unimportant bread, but after doing my first holy communion I realised it was so much more- although I didn’t drink the wine. I’m not religious myself, my personal choice, but I respect what’s around me and understand. Thank you for sharing about your beliefs and practices to make this place more diverse and help others understand!

    9 months ago
  • Anne Blackwood

    Beautiful piece and I love the message!
    Side note: When you want to reply to another writer's comment, do so on one of their pieces so they get the notification and see it. :)

    9 months ago
  • Writing4Life

    Great! I'm a Christian! Are you?

    9 months ago
  • amazing grace

    love it. And you were six in first grade?

    9 months ago