He raises the bread up.
This is my body, broken for you.
This is my blood spilled for the forgiveness of your sin.
And we taste.
Taste and see that the Lord is good,
even in the bitter dregs and the dry crumbs that remain.
We celebrate this.
We celebrate the remembrance, the sacrament,
until the day
He comes again
and we won't need to remember
no empty ritual.
practicing the remembrance.
Knowing the price of freedom.
We are free.