“Well, if it’s a symbol, to hell with it.” –Flannery O’Connor
During the ten years I spent as a Baptist, I believed the elements of our monthly communion—the little cubes of white bread and the tiny individual glasses of grape juice—were symbolic. I nevertheless found it disrespectful to put the empty glass on the floor afterwards, the same way I would not want to see an American flag dropped onto the floor.
As my faith deepened, however, it became intuitively more sacramental. By the time I first visited Annunciation of the Blessed Virgin Mary I was ready for acknowledging Christ’s Real Presence in the Blessed Sacrament. It helped this understanding was imparted