The Mystery of Communion

I remember as a child being intrigued with communion. I recall using the meatball maker to punch out little rounds from a slice of bread, pretending it was communion, and then ceremoniously eating it. I remember Gina, Pete, and I offering each other a single Pringle: "Body of Christ." "Amen." Crunch, crunch, crunch.

As a mother, I remember David being very interested in communion and especially the host.
Well Michael has joined the club, too, so to speak. Communion seems to have some universal kid appeal...

Today at church, when people starting filing toward the alter for the Eucharist, Michael loudly (always loudly with Michael, especially in church) announced, "Time for Communion!" After I received the host, he insisted, "I want some. I want some!" I explained that when he was a big boy, like Anthony, he could have communion. I comforted him by adding, "Actually, it doesn't taste that good." "It tastes good," he argued. "It tastes like pancakes!" :)