This Isn't Your Daddy's Communion

After a very relaxing and quite enjoyable break, I went to my first class this morning and then went to Campus House to do some reading. I brought an Amp energy drink with me, and right as I was opening it I had an idea. A few months ago I was with my friends and we wanted to take communion together, so I ran to the cupboard and got some hamburger buns. Then I opened the fridge and grabbed a Kool-Aid Tropical Punch Jammer (we didn't have anything remotely grape-like).

The bread was still similar, and it didn't phase me that "Jesus' blood" was blue and fruity. It was a neat experience and ever since I've enjoyed repeating it with the sincerest of reverence and the utmost creativity.

Back to this morning, I grabbed a Dark Chocolate Milky Way (the body) and set it down next to my Amp (the blood). I reflected upon how awesome Jesus is: He forgives me in a heartbeat and doesn't lord it over me, He gives me the best when I don't deserve it, and trusts me with the atoms of His creation (amongst other things). I took the Milky Way and a sip of the Amp--it was quite enjoyable, and a nice way to remind myself that communion is meant to remind us of what Jesus did.

I thought to myself that although I doubt Jesus' blood was green, his skin was probably much closer to the color of dark chocolate than white bread.