For the day that’s in it….
I opened my mouth and placed the flesh on my tongue. At first it stuck to the roof of my mouth, but with some effort, I began to chew. The flesh was tougher than I’d expected, and it left a nasty taste in my mouth.
At the age of eight, this was the first time I had ever eaten the flesh of another human being.
I waited, watching the rest of my family eat their own portion, then together, we made our way back to our pew.
So this was what it was like to eat the body of Christ.