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Album: Littered Liturgy
Habit : An acquired pattern of behavior regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary
Involuntary: An action done without choice; Unintentional; Unconscious
Attention: All those who supper on the Lord
All those who gorge on him in Communion
I know your name
Attention: All those who fill pews
Filling stomachs with good news
But feel nothing short of unfulfilled when you're through
I know your name
Attention: All those who formed habits around a form
But forgot how the bread and wine can leave you torn
so you just perform pretending to mourn
I know your name
We are the Sunday Cannibals
Once a week golden plates spread limbs of human flesh across our laps and past our lips
One small kiss from a cup of blood, one small taste off the body of God
We close our eyes and tongue our cheeks
as all our teeth
crush all his bones
and our dry throats
are covered beneath
the bloodied thief
on the cross' moans
The Sunday morning firing squad
Line the pews with blindfolds on
Row by row we devour him in a two-course meal
More polite than repentant
More quite than reminiscent
Less feasting to survive we're
More dead than alive
Because we seem to think that if we just
Seem to think
There is nothing left for us to do
Head bowed, eyes closed
Face plain, mind dozed
Attention: All those who commune in solitude
Consumed by the invisible barriers of righteous fortitude
Put in place by years of habitual attitudes towards a ritual you never understood in the first place
I know your name
We are the Shameful Cannibals
Hiding behind habits of normal church practice
Concealed behind clean clothes and posed actions
In our silence we lie to ourselves
We can't shake our shame from Saturday night
And we know our plans for Monday
But we take the plate, eat the bread, and act like we deserve this Sunday
But through our dry eyes, straight lips, and unchanged lives
We deceive ourselves, and those at our sides
Into thinking that we must be perfect, or at least look it
To do this supper right
Attention: All those who hide their sin in the
presence of the only body without it
The only ones who can come to this table are the ones
who know the grace which surrounds it
And I know your name
We are the Sinful Cannibals
We are dying in ways we can't understand
Condemned by powers we can't comprehend
Trapped in a body with a sure fire end
And we are starving for a way out
That's why we were called to consume him
Eat my flesh!
Drink my blood!
The words spilled over his still-breathing lips
Eat my flesh!
Your injury is incurable
Your disease: inoperable we need to operate
But you just show up for worship thinking it will keep you from the tomb
But all you are doing is putting a band-aid on a bullet wound
Drink my blood!
For the streams we were born with have been polluted by
injections of sin
infections of self
defections of skin
deceptions of health
For we think we are well, but our veins run with death's pollution
We need an IV, a donor, a transfusion, a blood implant
We need a life loaner, we will die without transplant
So we find ourselves at this operating table
But don't let your habits enable your mind to become unable
To truly partake in his life and his death
We are taught that the harder we think about his suffering
The more righteous our ritual will be
So we fixate our minds on Calvary's scene
To do as he said,
'In remembrance of me'
But when we take 'Do this'
And make it private we miss
The 'this' that he told us to 'do'
Because it's not just bread and it's not just wine
It's a life and death that these call us to
Because the act which we remember
The one the emblems bear in mind
Is that of an innocent man sacrificing himself for those who don't deserve it
So we remember this
We celebrate, congregate, commemorate, contemplate, concentrate, but don't forget to consecrate your self
Because if this supper just remains packaged in prayers and hymns
What are we really doing in remembrance of him
Attention: All those who believe
Remembrance can't just remain in your memory
He wanted this feast to give you strength to
Bear the cross he was about to receive
In this supper we remember, but no more with just our minds
We will bring our lives to this table
The bread of our flesh will broken in remembrance of him
The wine of our blood will be spilled in remembrance of him
And this sacrament will convince us to commit our own sacrifice
All in remembrance of him
Let us now feast on forgiveness
May we dine on deliverance
Let us savor the flavor of our savior's
Deliberate behavior and reflect
Let us now eat our fill of life
At this dinner of death
And May we remember with our lives
What he gave at his last breath
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