Not the Eucharist. I recall being in third grade, given an assignment to visualize the “Our Father;” particularly, we were told to write individual lines from the prayer on construction paper, weaved ‘round with depictions of their content. “Our Father, who art in heaven” might have yielded a smiling, bearded man looking down from on high, a sun inhabiting the corner of the paper, probably smiling too. I liked that assignment because it made a familiar prayer weird. Not coming... Read more