This sermon was preached on February 16 at Winnetka Presbyterian Church. My text was John 6:30-59.
As I was reading through this passage this past week, a passage that another pastor in this Presbytery referred to as the “Cannibal Jesus Chapter in John,” it was hard not to remember an incident from a few years back. At the United Methodist Church I worked at after seminary, there was a kind, elderly woman who would sit in the office after worship and go through the Friendship Pads, writing down names of new visitors or checking to see who may not have been in worship that particular Sunday.
One Sunday, I walked through the office and noticed that she seemed a little troubled, something was just a little off. I asked her how she was doing, and if anything was wrong.
She said, “Oh, I just get so irritated sometimes at how people take Communion.”
I didn’t really know what to expect at this point, but prepared myself. She continued: “I don’t know how some people think it’s okay to go up for Communion and walk back to their seat, chewin’ on Jesus.”