By the time communion got to us Baptists, drinking the actual blood of Christ had downshifted to drinking wine and then to the low gear of drinking Welch's Grape Juice. Eating the actual flesh of Christ had transformed to eating a nice communion wafer to our eating a dry morsel of crumb from a bread heel. We might sing of being washed in the blood but we weren't about to drink it nor wine either -- too many reformed alcoholics among us. We might eat hog and chicken and even rabbit and squirrel but drew the line on eating Jesus's body. And forget those fancy paper-thin wafers. We figured Jesus didn't have those things at the Last Supper. He had loaf bread.
