Thursday, October 25, 2012

"and, you, whore of the American spies, drink also!": as words of institution for communion vodka at gunpoint

The priest  tossed the vodka bottle at her, and demaded: "..And, you, whore of the American spies, drink also!"

Admittedly, it's not quite, the traditional "This is the blood of Christ shed for you and for many, for the remission of sins. Take and drink, all of you."

 But it is in one sense the functional equivalent in one amazing story.

I always enjoy stories about communion elements that are orthodox in an unorthodox way
(See  "My Favorite Heresy: Catholic Nuts for Communion")and posts tagged "


I also collect stories about breaking of bread/meals that are accidentally sacramental (many will catch the  accidental pun on the word 'accident' there); meals where they may be no official naming the Name,  but are somehow sovereignly  Eucharisted, and pick up a leitourgia  leitmotif nonetheless.


 For a couple reasons (it "worked," for one), this story, "Vodka at Gunpoint," counts (in a weird way)!  It's from a delightful book, "Peace Meals: Candy-Wrapped Kalashnikovs and Other War Stories "by Anna Badkhen.

Rea the story  here on Google Books;  pp. 99-110,.. ..though of course, Google Books had to leave out the two most important pages (communitas interruptus!), pp. 108-9.  They are below (click, and click again to enlarge)

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Some good books on communion and/or food:

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