Ramen at the Lord’s Table
I have some not-so-healthy habits. I stay up too late. I drink too much coffee. I eat things that remind me of college, like ramen noodles and mac-n-cheese. These are non-meals, but I do enjoy real meals, and find the conversation with friends as much of a feast as the eating.
I am eating solitary late-night ramen wondering when it is that the Lord’s Supper became a non-meal. When was it that this luxurious table was splintered down into a tiny wafer and a sip of syrupy grape juice concentrate, and/or cheap wine?
And when did it become so boring? I really would like to enjoy this sacrament with celebration. But it seems that in order to “do this in remembrance,” my culture has told me that I have to be sullen and serious and sad. But I do not think a meal in the wake of a Risen Jesus should be so. He’s alive, kids. Everybody mango!*
* a silly phrase recently developed which denotes summer-sun/fun/laughter/dancing.
(Ramen Noodles by Mochick)