The Lost Supper

“So your dinner was toast; it went up in flames.”

Torrid day. Crowned off by the still-swirling smoke of severely seared sirloin circulating in my bedroom as I slipped into sleep mode. Had to dream that, too ...? (Sigh ...)

“Don’t remind me …”

Hey! I’m just a figment of your imagination, yuh know! Don’t take it out on me!”

“Wish I could switch you off as easily as I could switch off my stove!”

“Trials of being a w…”

“Don’t say it!”

“… rebach!”

“You slipped out from that rather smoothly!”

“A compliment! I must be doing something right!”

“Yeah, right …”

Here’s something else to compliment me on.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been reading up on the last supper.”

“Well, now!”

“Just to take your mind off your sirloin being burned at the stake.”

“Lawwdd!”

“There seems to have been – and continues to be – quite a to-do about the substance – pardon the pun – of the debate.”

“You mean the whole transubstantiation, consubstantiation, nonsubstantiation thing?”

“Yes, sir. Some people seem to think that the substances actually materially changed.”

“Yep. The form didn’t change, but the substance did.”

“So then they are ‘substantially’ eating and drinking the body and blood of Jesus.”

“Correct.”

“Not my idea of … well … a consumable!”

“Not mine either! To me, it’s strictly symbolic!”

“And there’s those other interpretations, which are really secondary to what I really want to know.”

“And that is …?”

“In the biblical record, did Jesus also partake of the bread and wine?”

“The Bible doesn’t seem to be clear on that. Why?”

“Because if he did, he would’ve been eating his own body and drinking his own blood.”        

“Ugh!!!”