Holy Communion Action Trailer

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INT. CHURCH – DAY A shirtless, glistening priest, wearing only his cleric collar, holds a loaf of bread. His muscles bulge as he tears the loaf in half.	V.O. The body!
CLOSEUP A golden chalice filled with deep-red wine sloshes, throwing wine onto the camera lens.	V.O. The blood!
BLACKOUT	V.O. This is Holy Communion!
MONTAGE OF ACTION SHOTS 1. Exploding tanker trucks. 2. A thurible swings, releasing incense like battlefield smoke. 3. Uniformed police officer pursues a man through a dirty alleyway. 4. Stained-glass window shatters.	V.O. And so, in remembrance of these, your mighty acts, in Jesus Christ, we offer ourselves in praise and thanksgiving.
FADE TO BLACK	V.O. And now, with the confidence of children of God, let us pray.
EXT. DAY Slow-motion ravens fly across the sky. A child looks up in wonder.	CONGREGATION Our Father, who art in heaven (voices fade)
INT. CHURCH – DAY The bread and wine are displayed on the altar. The priest lifts the chalice. J.J. Abrams’ lens flares appear.	V.O. Go forth to die… no more!
TITLE CARD: “Holy Communion”	V.O. Coming this Sunday.

Let Them Stay

    The world of light and laughter breaks and the sky collapses, spilling darkness. The stars and wind dissolve. The moon burns black. The fundamental earth beneath and the firmament above are inverted.

    “Your cousin, John, is dead.”

    Jesus buckles, stumbles, pushes the messenger away. Pushes past the disciples and climbs into the boat. Alone. And the sea carries him away to a lonely place.

    But the village, not privy to the bad news delivered, follows on foot, racing along the shore to meet him on the other side. He steps ashore and they are there – calling, crying, cawing, clawing, galling. They brought to him all the intrusive demands born of desperation.

    And he sees them through his tears. He sees them with broken pity. Passion is pain and compassion is a shared grief. He heals their sick and calms their fears. Touching. Holding. Weeping. Soothing. Blessing.

    The invisible sun settles itself toward evening and the disciples say, “This is a lonely place and you want to be alone. Now it’s late and time has slipped with the sun. Why don’t you send these people away?”

    Jesus sits down among them on the whispering grass and sighs. “No,” he says. He lies down and closes his eyes. “Let them stay. Let them stay.”

    (Matthew 14:13-16)

More from the Mental Junk Drawer

    There are more drawers in the curio cabinet than I expected. And more unsorted junk. Open a draw and pull out a sample.

    His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 2:22-23). That’s what they tell me, and I try to believe it – but why haven’t my morning glories bloomed yet?

    Capitalism engenders pride – I did this. I deserve this.
    Socialism engenders humility – I couldn’t have done this alone.

    Broadly speaking of course, but I think it’s true. Still, an acquaintance of mine writes to tell me that, “Pride is the root of original sin, and it leads to greed. Socialism is a flawed philosophy since all humans bear the burden of original sin.” Perhaps he is right, but I wonder if he’d apply his analysis to capitalism as well…

    Is So-and-So a prick or a prince? Hard to say – they’re usually the same.

    It is what it is, until it isn’t. So on, and so what?