So, it comes time for communion. You are supposed to go to the front of the church whenever you feel led, while the worship music continues to play.
I follow my friend Valerie up to the front. There is a guy standing there with a bread and wine. You are supposed to tear off the bread, dip it into the wine, and eat it and sit back down. It sounds very simple. So Valerie takes off this tiny little piece of bread, dips it in the wine, and off she goes.
I think "Yes, I am going to grab a tiny little piece too." So, I go and pinch this tiny piece of bread between my fingers and pull, and off comes a BIG CHUNK of bread.
My eyes get huge and I am looking at the guy holding the bread, and I think I even say to him half alarmed, "What should I do?" He just smiles. My first urge is to take off a little chunk off the big chunk and set it on his big chunk of bread. But I realize if I do that, it will fall on the floor...not cute.
So, I take the big old chunk, dip it in the wine, and take a huge bite. So then I am walking back to my seat and show Valerie the big piece of bread in my hand and she was like "I saw that was going to happen."
Anyway, I get back to my seat and don't want to look like I am greedily chewing a minature Subway sandwich while while the worshipful music is continuing to play.
So, I decide to shove the remaining bread in my little coat pocket. Crazy. I guess I could have stood up there with the wine/bread man and gave away pieces of my bread. Ha.
