Broken

At the parish where I celebrate Communion week by week, we use pita for the bread – a nice Middle Eastern connection. I tear off a small piece for each person who presents themself at the altar rail, place it in their hands. The Body of Christ.

This morning, every time I tore the bread, each time I placed it, between my hands and theirs I saw the child. You know him: his picture flooded our news streams for a week or so after he drowned while his family was fleeing the war, after he was washed up on the beach in his bright red t-shirt.

Suffer the little children, he said, to come to me.

This is the Body of Christ, broken for you.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing (Upper Room Books, 2020). She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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