A friend and I tried out another church here in town for fun today.
It was not our style.
However, the capper was the bread used for the Eucharist.
It was raw.
Like, the outside was cooked, but the inside was dough.
I really wish I was making this up.
Edit:Now I’ve spent most of the afternoon pondering the theological implications of using raw dough for the Eucharist. Of course, some of the more hardcore will say it wasn’t Eucharist, because it was dusted with semolina and used olive oil, but dear God, it was RAW in the MIDDLE!I want to blame it on the fact that they were hosting the Diocesan Middle School Conference, but the music was all from the 70s, and the melodies were too difficult for people who were new walking in off the street to pick up right away (mind you, Friend and I are both trained singers with sight-reading capabilities, and we were messing it up). The usual members, too, were all older than Friend and I, and the church was near a really large college. But I can see why the kids from the college probably don’t come here; no one talked to Friend and I, not a single person. Okay, the priest said “Hi, thanks for coming,” but he said it in the same way as flight attendants. During the announcements, they spoke of so many great outreaches, but they spoke of the people as “poor, less fortunate, them”. It felt like the kind of church where you were expected to have everything worked out, and really shouldn’t ask questions.
And dude, the bread was RAW!