taking communion via my kidney stone
02/16/2011 04:51 a.m.
The thought hit me tonight....as I was drinking my grape-cranberry juice...that it tastes just like the juice they put in the small communion cups. You know...the little swallow sized goblets that represented the blood of Christ.

I've not taken communion in years. Yet that tiny bit...that 10 seconds of tart down the pipe....tucked itself way back in the bottom of my memory.

So I stuck my finger in my cup, twirled it around...and licked. Smiling...I realized that had I not been hospitalized at the end of January, had I not been blessed with such an awesome kidney stone, had I not been forced to try every flavor of cranberry juice to flush out the raging infection in my kidneys, and had I not settled on grape-cran...

then I would have never remembered what the "blood of Christ" tasted like. Goodness knows I will probably never take communion again.

Me thinks I sin too much. And now I shall repent for said journal entry. And return to my juice.

Toodles.
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