This coming Sunday we have harvest festival, loosely based on the BMS material but with a collection of non-perishables for a local project supporting homeless people and the women's refuge.  It is also a communion service, for which I'll be employing the Iona words suggested in the BMS material.  Reading these words, watching the DVD clip (and also those from other harvest appeals) made we feel that a lot of what we do at Communion is actually (strong words I know) a theological obscenity - we become so preoccupied with making it look lovely (afterall, it is a very important aspect of worship) worrying about who will receive it and what it all means (as if it is for us to debar or understand) that we miss the point that millions of people will have neither bread not water.  This isn't the place for a big debate about communion theologies (though of course mine is right :o) ) nor am I saying that we shouldn't take it seriously and do it properly - just that I have been challenged.  So here is my response to my thoughts...

The table of the LORD is spread

A table purchased for this precise purpose

Expensive wood, ornately shaped and finished

Dusted and polished

Placed, just so, central, prominent – here

The table of the LORD is spread

A snow-white cloth carefully selected

Embroidered or plain, crocheted or linen

Starched and pressed

Placed, just so, even, equal – here

The table of the LORD is spread

Gleaming silverware and thimble-sized glass

Specially chosen plates, purpose-made trays

Buffed and filled

Placed, just so, here and here and here

The table of the LORD is spread

Precise cubes of pre-sliced bread

A small loaf, partially cut for fear of crumbs

Tidy and purposeful

Placed, just so, covered by doilies – here

The table of the LORD is spread

Deep red specially purchased ‘wine’

Poured with clinical precision

Drips wiped away

Placed, just so, stacked in trays – here

The table of the LORD is spread

Ritualised remembering

Where well fed westerners seek spiritual succour

Whilst the two-third world seeks bread and water

Untidy, uncomfortable – and not here

The table of the LORD is spread

I was hungry and you did not feed me

I was thirsty and you did not give we water

When LORD, did we see you thus?

Perhaps it is here.

The table of the LORD is spread

A gopak table in a borrowed room

A pottery plate and a glass tumbler

Yesterday’s bread roll and diluted squash

Come one, come all

Glimpses of grace and hopes of glory –

Perhaps they’re here…

For those lovely sacramental Baptist friends who are reading this, no, I haven't capitulated, I know what I mean by my words!!  The most profound experiences of communion I've had have been in unexpected places with ad hoc arrangements, which I can't help feeling are somehwat more authentic than the ritualised remembering and construction of liturgical channels encountered in dedicated buildings.