So Jesus said to them, ‘Very truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you. Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood have eternal life, and I will raise them up on the last day; for my flesh is true food and my blood is true drink. Those who eat my flesh and drink my blood abide in me, and I in them. - John 6:53-56
After each time I take the Eucharist, I return to my seat and think only of one word: reconciled.
Through Christ we have been reconciled to God in a way that is possible through nothing else. And it is this reconciliation we participate in when we take the Eucharist.
In our very mouths is the Lamb of God.
It's such a strange concept. But it's strangeness doesn't even register with me as the sweet altar wine, now made God's blood by the Holy Spirit, trickles down my throat, warming me as it goes down.
Like a good homecooked meal, the Eucharist becomes a place for me to be comforted and reminded of all the good things done in the past.
Yet, it has as prophetic element, calling me to not only consume the elements but to become them as well. To be transformed from within by the body and blood of Christ. To be consumed by God even as I consume what has become God's body.
If I allow God to transform me, then peace is truly possible.