Showing posts with label Communion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Communion. Show all posts

Sunday, May 17, 2020

Communion at Home

Photo by Maude
Enhanced by Maria Esteves
CELEBRATING COMMUNION AS WE SHELTER-IN-PLACE

We’re still sheltering-in-place
during the Covid-19 pandemic
and missing, among other things
our church family
in spite of live-stream services

Our pastor announced
we’d celebrate Communion
during a prayer meeting
to be held over a conference call
on Tuesday morning
We’d need to have unleavened bread
and the fruit of the vine
to fully participate

I didn’t have any matzoh in the house
and don’t go into stores these days
so I simply mixed a little flour, water and
olive oil, kneaded it a bit
and rolled it out as thin as I could
I pricked it all over with a fork
and lifted it onto a baking sheet

The oven temperature was so hot
it caused the fire alarm to blare
so I opened windows
and turned on the fan
The flatbread quickly
browned and blistered
I flipped it over
to brown on the other side
In a few moments it was finished

I thought of the Hebrew women
who’d been sheltering-in-place
during another difficult time in history
Thought of them packing up
their unleavened dough
and kneading bowls
preparing for a journey
as their husbands
applied lamb’s blood to the lintels
of their homes, and they waited
for the Angel of Death
to pass over them

I placed a few broken pieces of matzoh
on a special plate depicting a mosaic
of the miracle of the loaves and fishes
and took two tiny olive wood cups
out of the china cabinet, souvenirs
from a Communion service
held at the Garden Tomb
during our pilgrimage there in 2006

Our pastor began the blessing
over the bread

Baruch atah Adonai
Elohainu Melech ha Olam…

We partook of the bread
and the fruit of the vine

in a Communion connecting us
with God and His protection
over His people
spanning millenniums
and millenniums

Maude Carolan Pych
5/14/2020



Friday, February 12, 2016

Good Friday Bread...

For February 13, 2016...

A-Poem-a-Day
Until Resurrection Day

Photo credit: seriouseats.com


EXTRAORDINARY MATZOH

It’s only ordinary unleavened bread
Ordinary matzoh
On an earthen plate
It probably came
From a supermarket shelf
A Manischewitz box
Ordinary matzoh
Blessed for Passover
Oh, but when I take it
And cradle it lovingly
In my hands
Break it and bless it
It is for me
Most Holy Bread
Good Friday Bread
Body of the Lamb that was slain
With my cup of Redemption
Communion Bread
Lechem without hametz
Without yeast of sin
Pierced
Striped
Bruised
Shrouded afikomen
Hidden
Then resurrected
With glory
I partake
Alleluia, alleluia
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Maude Carolan


This poem is published in William W. Francis’ book, Celebrate the Feasts of The Lord. Crest Books.


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Commemorating Passover/Last Supper

Photo Credit: lds.org






COMMEMORATING THE LAST SUPPER
Israel Pilgrimage—2006

We realize this is not the actual place
where Messiah celebrated
the Passover with His disciples
on the night before He suffered
not the very place
where He took bread and broke it
took the cup and shared it
not the room in which He said:

Do this in remembrance of Me

but here we are in the Land
here we are in the relative vicinity
We know the actual Upper Room is long gone
but this is a room and it’s upstairs
as near as we can possibly get
besides, in the spirit                                                     
we are here, transported
so this is plenty good enough

We break into praise and worship
to celebrate the Passover meal
the taking of the towel
the washing of feet
the reclining at the table
the dipping of the bread
the very first communion
and Pentecost

The presence of the Spirit
falls so mightily upon us
we expect blazing tongues of fire
to tumble down from Heaven
and alight upon our heads

Maude Carolan Pych


Sunday, August 4, 2013

Alone With Jesus...


Ocean Grove (NJ) Beach
 
 
COMMUNION


Alone, in the morning

except for gulls, pipers

and a few fishermen far out on the jetties

I walk along the shoreline

Fringes of waves

rhythmically roll over my sandy feet

as I worship You with quiet song—

The soft ocean rumble, my accompaniment

 

At rose-toned dusk

I stroll along a mountain path

lush in deepening shadows

Cognizant of my serenity,

I appreciate the harmony

designed into creation by You

 

Cozy in my bed

in the quiet moments before slumber meets me

my pre-sleep meditation is prayerful thanks

for the blessings that surround me, and

the giving heart of You.

 

Maude Carolan

 

This poem began with an early morning stroll along

Ocean Grove Beach, vacation's end, the summer of `94.