The first time I ever took Holy Communion – back in the days when I attended church – was probably not the spiritual experience it should have been. I’d been gearing up to it for some time as it’s not something I was comfortable with – I was already questioning my participation in the church and had only ever really been on the periphery of the activities.
A queue formed, I joined it. It came to my turn and I knelt before the priest. I opened my mouth, to receive the bread and the first thing that went through my mind, rather than some blistering communion with an almighty creator, divine force was:
“Hmmm….. needs cinnamon”.
it was down hill from there on . . .