Eating Jesus
Holy Communion, the dull fella in the frock at the front of the church is banging on about transubstantiation, holding up a glass of wine and a little wafer, waving the blood and body of Christ about and being all holy.

I shuffle out of the pew like a prison convict being transferred under pain of a good kicking, and line up in the aisle, waiting to drink a bit of 'blood' and eat a bit of 'body'.

A thought occurs to me and I just happen to say to my sister:

"If only Jesus had a little brother or sister... That way we might get dessert as well."

CRACK!!!

I always forgot my mum had the hand speed and reach of Muhammed Ali... and the punching power to match, come to think of it...
( SpankyHanky, Wed 25 Mar 2009, 13:24, Reply)