It's after Pentecost.
Peter, James and John are trying to work out what it means to be followers of Jesus, now that he's gone. They have a meeting to discuss what he might have meant by sharing bread and wine, in what we call ‘Communion’...
Peter: So then, James, John, my mates - our team-task number one: ‘Have this bread and wine to remember me’, Jesus said. Simple - here we are: you two have the bread, I'll take the wine. Deal?
John [sadly]: Oh, that last supper with him - my eyes are welling up just remembering it. There he was about to die, and he knew it.
James [scornfully]: It’s all got to be touchy-feely for you, John, hasn't it? How many times have I got to tell you? you've gotta toughen up, mate!
Peter: Brothers! Stop arguing for just for one moment. Please!
John: Sorry, Peter. But it was tragic, wasn’t it? Yet Jesus seemed somehow… well, joyful too.
James: Yeah, I never did get him. He’s dancing towards death, yet loving and kind. Showed us all up - well, you especially, Peter!
Peter: You come outside and say that.
John: Just ignore him, Peter, I do... Anyway, now we know why he could stare death in the face: he was going to come back from the dead!
Peter: Ah, good, we’re making progress. Two points we've got so far, I reckon, about this bread-and-wine thing - I’ll scribble them down… 1: we’re remembering his death… 2: we’re remembering his resurrection…
James: Hey, we’re on a roll here. Not bad for guys without a single GCSE to scrape together between them.
John: And point 3? The bread and wine's a taste of a glorious future.
James: Wine maybe, not this stinking stale bread we've got! Where did you pick this up, Peter - the leftovers from last year's feeding of the 5,000?
Peter: As if I'm going to waste good food! Anyway, gotta keep up my calorie intake to prepare for that banquet Jesus promised - mountains of food, oceans of wine! I'll be first in the queue.
John: You’ve got it - the bread-and-wine's a taster of heaven. A bit of heaven on earth. Isn’t that what we pray in Jesus's Prayer - ‘on earth as it is in heaven’?
James [to Peter]: Come on, Peter, keep up! Get let John's genius go to waste - get it down on paper.
Peter: OK, OK... 'looking.. to.. the.. future'… But all this past and future stuff: I’m for the moment. So what about now?
James [to John]: OK, bro’, you’re the clever one, what do you think?
John: ‘This is my body and my blood,' he said. But he isn't with us any more…
Peter [cutting in]: His Spirit's come off the subs' bench, though…
John: Not quite my theological way of putting it, Peter. But yes, our new friend the Holy Spirit - who goes wherever he wishes, remember - makes the bread and wine special, so it's like we’re eating Jesus. “You are what you eat,” as they say.
James: No! - eating a person?! Like cannibals?! Crunching into bone, knocking back the blood?
John: Mmm, I can see this may give us some bad press. But no, we're talking spiritual, not literal.
Peter: Hang on, I don’t get this part at all. Just tell me what I'm meant to write down.
John: Ah, but that’s it, Peter. We don’t have to get it - we just have to do it.
James: And discover for ourselves that Jesus lives in us?
Peter: So let’s find the others and get started with this Communion-thing. As I said, bags I have the wine.
Sketch written for a primary school time of collective worship themed on Communion, Mar 2019.