Give it a go.

Ok, here goes the typical 'first post' post. Actually, nevermind. I'm just gonna give it a go. (While I was having breakfast this morning, I was compiling a list of things to blog about in my head. Funny how when I actually sit down to blog, all the ideas evaporate. Yeah...funny.)


I was roaming through Hannaford yesterday afternoon and I ran into someone that goes to our church. She was picking up a bottle of wine and gave me the halfway embarrassed grin, I guess because I caught her redhanded. Ha. There's this idea that if you are pastoral staff (or are married to pastoral staff) you don't drink or play cards or gamble or go to bars or dance or listen to anything but Michael W. Smith. Oh, friend, how wrong you are. But thats another post for another day (until I actually sit down.) We had communion at church yesterday, and I made a comment that I wish it wasn't so taboo to have actual wine during communion. It was one of those times that I didn't know I thought that way until it came out of my mouth. I was a little surprised, but I went with it.

The reason I wish it wasn't so taboo is because the death of Jesus isn't this sweet, happy thing. Grape juice, on the other hand, it pretty sweet and sometimes happy. I think it would present an interesting theological piece to the equation. This tradition comes from Passover, in which bitter wine is always served (or supposed to be, anyway.) We need to remember the suffering, the pain, the sacrifice in order to know the goodness and the fullness of his death. Will a bitter wine help me with that? Not sure, but it could.