i. you are the Body of Christ, and this means you cannot drink Bad or eat Bad or be Bad. Your body is not your own, it is Christ's, and you are a great shame unto it. they tell you this, until you can say it back to them.
ii. you doubt Christ first when you're sitting in a pew in your sunday dress and you hear that He knows everything. But your momma says Christ doesn't sin (not like you, you and your Body), and if He doesn't sin then there's some things you know that He doesn't. you and all your Bad, you know what it's like to look at her like that, what it's like to hold your Self at gunpoint, what it's like to teach yourself to look away, and you reckon even Christ doesn't know as much as you've had to learn to survive.
iii. the pastor says in church that angels are everywhere, watching, waiting to catch you being Bad, and the whole week after that you're too scared to meet her eyes, 'cause you know the angels are watching you. (and you're good, you are, you're making yourself be better, you're learning not to stare, you're
iv. you drink, and are drunk, and it's Christ's Body that hands your phone over to someone sober enough to keep you from making drunk calls, from saying something stupid with Christ's Mouth, something like I think I might be gay, oh god,
v. they spend your whole life telling you that you were made in the image of God - and then you understand what Holy is for the first time, and you find it not at the altar, but in her laughter.
vi. And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me."
vii. the last time you ever pray, it's for peace and safety. and then you get up off of Christ's knees and onto Your feet, and take your first step away.