Second Sermon on the Eucharist: The Miracle
For a few years in my youth, the primary reason I was in church was a boy called Kyle Helvy. Each Sunday, I trotted off to church expectantly, hoping for a miracle.
But I don’t see Kyle here today, and I wonder what it is you want from Church this morning. It’s a fine Sunday in August, there are other things you could be doing… what are you hoping for and why are you here?
In the various Methodist and Presbyterian churches of my youth, people were in church for the sermon. It was long, sometimes up to 45 minutes – so there was incentive to shop around for a decent preacher. Communion was added on to the service about once a month, and we children dreaded it, because it made a long service seem endless.
It was solemn, as I recall. The emphasis was on remembering Christ’s death on the cross as we ate the little squares of bread and drank grape juice from a little individual cups. These were passed along the pews on trays by ushers. The Pastor would tell the story of the last supper and at the words ‘do this in remembrance of me’ we would simultaneously eat our little square of bread, or drink our shot glass of juice.
The churches of my youth were pretty literal in their reading of the scriptures. There was one notable exception however. Jesus’ words at the last supper: “this bread is my body’ – well that of course was metaphor.
And the whole history of controversy over the meaning of the Eucharist – the reason why, even today, you have to be Catholic to take communion in a Catholic church, comes down to how literally we interpret the words Jesus spoke about his body and his blood.
There were problems with taking them too literally.
In the ninth century stories the story of St Gregory’s Mass went ‘viral’ as we say today. Apparently Pope Gregory was saying mass when a woman present started to laugh, saying to a companion that she could not believe the bread was Christ, as she herself had baked it. Gregory prayed for a sign, and the bread turned into a bleeding finger.You’ll find versions of this story in many medieval paintings.
The great 13th philosopher St. Thomas Aquinas developed the doctrine of transubstantiation to counteract stories like Pope Greg’s. Transubstantiation leans on the philosophy of Aristotle who believed that each thing in the world had a substance which it shared with other like things, but also had an outward appearance which varied. Thus each chair shares in the substance of ‘chair’ but each chair appears different.
For Thomas, the bread does literally become the body in its substance, but its outward characteristics remain bread. So it looks and tastes and smells of bread, not flesh, and it cannot bleed. Transubstantiation is how modern Roman Catholics understand the Eucharist; however, it was perhaps too philosophical for the medieval church, and very literal understandings about the special powers of consecrated bread, and a vision of the priest as a worker of magic who sort of pulls a bit of divine body out of the bread, prevailed.
If I were addressing the Kings Cliffe congregation of the 14th Century, asking why are you here on this August Sunday? They would probably have said something like, ‘I’m here to get the body and blood of Christ’. Unless of course, I was asking a teenage girl, in which case she might have said ‘I’m here because of Kyle’.
Still today in some traditional Catholic and Orthodox churches, people will mill around, hang around on the porch smoking, or pop off to check on lunch during the preamble to the Mass. After all, in the Catholic Church at least until Vatican II, all these words were in Latin and the ordinary person probably had trouble keeping up.
Therefore they were given visual and audible clues so that they’d know when to pay attention. If you open your communion books to page 15 you will see these words towards the top of the page. ‘Grant that by the power of your Holy Spirit, these gifts of bread and wine may be to us the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ’. This is followed by a retelling of the Last Supper in which the priest acts out the part of Christ. At the words ‘do this in remembrance of me’ we in this church ring a bell and elevate the bread and wine, to signal that the elements have now changed into something different, something holy. This tradition of bell ringing and elevation comes down to us from the catholic tradition which predates the Church of England. Sometimes we even ring a tower bell – which once would have reminded everyone at home, or in the fields, that the miracle had happened. That they’d missed it!
The Protestant Reformation, which began in the 16th Century, attacked this narrow focus on the eating and drinking. They didn’t like to privilege this bell ringing moment above all others in the service. I’m simplifying the story of course, but the Reformers wanted to redefine the miracle of what happens in church. No longer was it the moment of taking God into our stomachs. Instead the real miracle occurred when hearts and lives were changed through the reading, singing, and preaching of the words of Scripture.
Their first step was to translate the Bible and the liturgy into languages people actually spoke. Since this threatened, of course, the interpretive monopoly of the Catholic Church, translators like the English William Tyndale ended up at the stake. The second Protestant strategy was to beef up the sermon: the whole shape of the service was changed to highlight that sermon, rather than the moment of transubstantiation. Preaching pulpits became more prominent than altars. When communion did happen (and it happened much less frequently) it was stripped of much of its ritual. No bells and no elevation of the elements stipulated the English reformer Thomas Cranmer, who was largely responsible for the Book of Common Prayer service which some of you know very well.
Did the Reformers stop believing in the miracle of the Eucharist? Well they differed. Luther remained close to the idea of transubstantiation but thought that the bread was both/and. It was both fully bread and fully the body. Calvin thought that the bread and wine were only spiritual food, not physical, but that the spiritual was so intense that it might as well be physical. Calvin’s followers pushed even further than that, some saying that the bread and wine were only signs, but ‘effective signs’ which meant they had some special power. Others said that the bread and wine were simply ‘aides memoire – means by which we could remember the story of Christ’s sacrifice for us on the cross.
The Church of England, after some initial upset, in which people on both extremes were hung drawn and quartered, settled down into accommodating most of these views under its broad umbrella. In this it was surely the forerunner of the famous Boris Johnson policy on cake. He is both pro having it, and pro eating it. Insofar as we can speak of an official Church of England doctrine of the Eucharist it is one of ‘real presence’ – that Christ is really present in the Eucharist. And what that really means, you are free to decide.
In the second half of the 20th Century, as the ecumenical movement, whereby different branches of the Christian church talked to one another, took hold, most of the major denominations began to converge. Many churches now have a pattern of Eucharistic service which has gone back to the older Catholic model, whilst retaining the Protestant emphasis on the reading and preaching of the Word.
Our current communion service not only brings us back into line with Catholicism, but also reflects our enlarged understanding of the history of Christian Eucharistic worship, which began, as I explained last week, with Christians gathering in someone’s house for a real meal.
If you open to page 2 of your red books, you’ll see that the first part of the service is called ‘The Gathering’. In this section we literally come together and do things analogous to what you might do when you gather the extended family for Christmas dinner. We greet each other, there are words of welcome, we prepare ourselves to meet each other and the host. We clear up any misunderstandings which may have cropped up since the last time we met. We apologize for being late, or having forgotten a birthday, or for drinking too much last Christmas. A time of confession. We might sing the praises of the host, as we do in the Gloria on page 5. What a lovely turkey, what great wine, you’re so marvelous. The everyday miracle of people assembling to feast together, and the kinds of social rituals necessary to the establishment of harmony and grace around a table, are writ large in this opening section of our Communion service.
Then on page 6, we begin the ‘Liturgy of the Word’. This is where we tell the stories of our faith, and chew them over. The conversation about God often flows over us, like the chatter of people at a dinner party. We don’t really hear every word – but it does change us over time. And sometimes a word, a phrase, a story, a sermon might grip us and change us and we are different when we stand up from the table. A miracle.
Finally we arrive at the meal itself. At the American Thanksgiving feast I host annually, a weird and wonderful collection of Yanks I’ve gathered will be asked just before we eat, to take turns talking about something they’re thankful for. They often end up telling the highlights of their past year. We sing a verse of the hymn ‘come ye thankful people come’ and then we eat. In a few moments Lloyd will rehearse the highlights of the God story – you’ll see this on page 14 of your red book in the middle. If you flick through the various Eucharistic prayers you’ll see that each version of the God story is a bit different. Turn the page over to Prayer E and you’ll see that it’s just as couple of lines in the middle of page 17. But every prayer ends with the congregation saying or singing ‘Holy holy holy’ the song Isaiah tells us is sung by all the heavenly hosts. In this miraculous part of the service, we transcend time and space by uniting with all who worship God.
The Eucharistic prayer continues by retelling the story of the Last Supper, and by asking the Holy Spirit to bless both the bread and wine, that they might become the body and blood of Christ, but also to bless the people of God, us, that we might become ourselves the body of Christ. You can see this bit at the top of page 16 towards the end of Prayer B. Thus the miracle of the Eucharist is expanded – we’re here not only to connect with God, but to connect with each other as we form the body of Christ – the ongoing life of Christ in this world.
And at the end of each Eucharistic prayer, we look forward to a vision of the kingdom of God, where we will join with those past, present and future, at the heavenly banquet table, in an eternal song of praise. Finally we are sent out in the words of the Dismissal (pg 31), to live out our daily lives in the light of all these miracles.
This is the miracle of the Eucharist. At its core is the bread and wine which become infused with the real presence of Christ. Radiating out from those tiny elements are shafts of light which penetrate through time and space, through layers of holy words which dance all around us, some of them we catch with our minds, others with our instincts. There is ritual, there are things to look at, hear, sing, touch and taste. And we are here together, all of us, as we take in the body of Christ, we are being formed, mysteriously into the very body of Christ in our world. Worth ringing the bells for – it’s a miracle at so many levels.
To think that for several years I thought church was just about Kyle Helvy.