The Poet and His Congregation to Christ: Our Beloved and Our Sweet Communion (John 6:35-59)

4/13/23

A POEM ABOUT COMMUNION. This my my favorite poem about the holy sacrament of communion–the intimacy, sweetness, and security of the body and blood of Christ. Enjoy “The Poet and His Congregation to Christ” by Walter Wangerin, Jr.

Come, touch my lips, my Lord, caress

With flesh the flesh of me;

One mortal morsel and my “Yes!”

Shall make me one with thee.

Come, kiss thee into me.

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Suffuse my breathing and my soul

With sweetness of the wine;

No blood runs hotter nor more whole,

No scent more sweet, than thine.

I burn, thy breath in mine.

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Then hold me, Christ, a hard embrace,

The holy arms around me!

Hold, hold me in your body’s grace;

Your Church’s unity

Is my security.

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“The Lord be with you.” “And with you”–

What salutations here!

But since he melts into us two,

We can, nor do we fear,

Breathe out such spells, my dear.

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Oh, all my people, laugh with me!

We have been loved by Christ–

We move, one nuptial company,

His bride by sacrifice,

From here to paradise.

Oh, what a wedding feast will greet

The bride and pride of Christ!

7/14/24

Occam’s father shares a rite of passage with his son, who’s now of age to shave with a straight razor. As Occam learns the intimate art of holding the blade at an acute angle while performing short strokes against the grain to match the sharp curves of his face, he opens up about life choices….

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7/9/24

Christian apologetics exists to defend the faith from erroneous although imaginative arguments. It’s no wonder why apologists hold human imagination with severe suspicion. But as implied, it’s not the imagination itself that should be held in question, it’s the irrational and/or unscrupulous use of it, which has a tendency to smuggle in self-serving desires, which…

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7/1/24

No sooner than he closes his eyes, he feels a sharp pain in the frontal cortex of his brain. His training has begun. The pain remains in the frontal lobe for over three hours with fluctuating degrees of intensity. Mentally, physically, and emotionally, he’s depleted of energy and patience to the point of insanity. He feels conflicted, wanting to proceed with his transhumanist project in order to be perfect and live forever, but his suffering is unbearable.

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