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Restoring the Vanishing Anaphora

During the week, I often sample the previous Sunday’s streamed services from different UCC congregations. It’s mostly because I like sermons, and I want to be edified. I’ve never heard one that didn’t give me something to take seriously. Thank you, preachers.

Every now and then I’ll catch a video from a Communion Sunday. Most are UCC Communion services from New England congregations, but I skip around the country, too; and in roughly 2/3 of the services I’ve seen, I have been surprised by the fact that the Communion liturgy includes no anaphora, or “great thanksgiving.” 

Which I find curious, and a little disturbing, since the original name of Communion is eucharistia, and you know what that means. 

The “no thanks” services I’ve been watching all begin more or less the same way: First, there’s an inclusive (and often effusive) invitation explaining who’s welcome at the Table, why we should all feel free to come, whose Table it is and isn’t, and the like. 

Sometimes that welcome is preceded by a confession, and sometimes (very few instances) it’s followed by a brief prayer of thanks for the gift of having been invited to the Table. 

But most of the liturgies I observed move directly from the inclusive welcome to the narrative of the Last Supper; that is, to the so-called “words of institution.” 

The words of institution are sometimes followed by a prayer asking the Holy Spirit to bless the gifts and the people, although in most of the services I witnessed, this ancient (and I think, crucial) invocation, or epiclesis, is also omitted. 

Then there’s another welcome, this time to come and receive the elements, which also includes a recitation of safety features (grape juice, gluten-free bread) and reception logistics. 

Finally, after everyone has received, the liturgy concludes with a brief unison prayer of thanks for having shared the gift of Communion.

If that’s your liturgy, more or less, I’d urge you to consider the following:

At the Last Supper, Jesus gave thanks, and chances are good that the thanks he and his friends offered was a recitation of “the mighty deeds of God,” in good Jewish fashion. “You brought us out of Egypt, you led us through the wilderness, etc.” 

If we believe that Communion carries, or ought to carry, the deep resonances of a meal with Jesus, then the liturgy of Communion ought to include a great thanksgiving. But not simply or solely because he did it, since we’re not obliged to replicate to a T everything he did that night. (As I have written elsewhere, not every Eucharist must refer to the Last Supper.)

No, we ought to give thanks– i. e. restore the anaphora to the eucharistic liturgy– because what Jesus did in giving thanks that night was just. Eucharistic thanksgiving is an ethical act. Not to give thanks at the Table weakens the ethical wallop of the sacrament. 

Why?

Communion is not a holy private act set apart from the world. It’s an enactment of God’s new reality in the world. Each element of the liturgy is public witness. For example:

Gathering, or assembling at the Table, witnesses to the communion/unity that God intends for creation and is a counter to the scattering and dividing the powers of this world thrive on. 

Remembering is the way the church makes visible what the Regime erases, the real presence of the Victim, and with him every victim of the world’s powers with whom he is absolutely identified (Matt 25). We refuse to forget.

Blessing bread and grape witnesses to the holiness of the earth’s gifts and the dignity of the labor that elaborates them for human use.

Feeding each other offers a witness to God’s intention that everyone should eat, and a counter-witness to the Empire’s lie that for some to have more than they need, others must has less–or nothing at all.

The anaphora, the prayer of thanks and praise that traditionally precedes the words of institution and is inclusive of them, is also a witness: it makes an emphatic claim about the true source of life and all good, and therefore also about human solidarity and mutual dependence. 

As such, the prayer of great thanksgiving is a rotund rebuke of the atomizing lie the Regime thrives on– that you don’t owe anyone anything, you are your own source, self-made, self-contained, self-reliant. 

This authoritarian credo is individualistic, distancing, divisive, and designed to gin up anxiety and hostility towards any neighbor who, for the sake of the common good, might lay claim to what you alone earned and what belongs therefore only to you to dispose of as you choose. 

This false narrative about the absolute autonomous character of human beings shapes a personal and public ethos in which any acknowledgment of dependence or indebtedness is a character flaw, even a failure of citizenship. Like empathy, being thankful is regarded as a weakness and an embarrassment in public discourse and social life. 

Unless, of course, the Regime wants something, which, being insatiable, it always does. Then gratitude becomes useful as a transactional instrument, a pressure tactic, and a threat, as when Trump and Vance bludgeoned Zelensky in the Oval Office because he wasn’t sufficiently grateful for American lip service to the defense of Ukraine. 

In authoritarian regimes, the only permissible expression of gratitude is gushing thanks and praise for the unmatched excellence and beaming benevolence of the Dear Leader, the source of all good. (Think fawning cabinet meetings.) 

The purpose and effect of this kind of gratitude is to cement unequal relationships. The debtor is always in debt. It’s enslavement, a control mechanism, the price you pay for breathing. The eucharistic anaphora offers a counter-credo, enacting a different world in which human beings give thanks together. 

Eucharistic gratitude opens a space for relationships of mutual grace and generosity where one day I may be in your debt, another day you may be in mine, we’re all always in God’s, God exacts nothing in return for divine benevolence, and there’s never a score to settle between us. 

Communion’s thanksgiving materializes this new world at our Tables by naming the source of all good and proclaiming the holy character of our indebtedness to God’s love and interdependence with one another; and it does so communally, publicly, persistently, routinely, perseveringly — and defiantly. 

And that’s why I think the anaphora is critical and indispensable to the Communion liturgy, maybe its most important feature. 

In traditional prayer book liturgies, the anaphora begins with this dialogue, familiar to many of us:

The Lord be with you.

And also with you.

Lift up your hearts.

We lift them up to the Lord.

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

It is right to give God thanks and praise.

This dialogue introduces a prayer that enumerates our motives for thanks, a catalog of God’s saving deeds throughout history that we speak back to God. And it frames our gratitude explicitly in justice terms: “It is truly right and just to thank you, God of all creation…” 

Why is it just?

Because thanksgiving tells the truth: We’re not self-made, not self-sufficient, not independent of others. We receive and rely on benefits we didn’t generate or earn. When we give thanks, we recognize our finitude, our dependency, our creaturehood, our indebtedness.

Thus, thanksgiving is also an exercise in vulnerability. The thankful Body of Christ at the Table is a Body pierced with holy trembling in the face of life’s fragile beauty. To be grateful is to be in awe of our breath and driven to our knees before the One who grants it. Only creatures do this. Masters of the Universe do not. You never find a tyrant on his knees. 

When the Empire claims to be the source of all good (“I alone can fix it”), the eucharistic anaphora rebukes it with a robust statement creed as ancient as the Sh’ma, “There is one God only, from whom all blessings flow. Let us count the ways…” 

When the Regime exalts mastery and self-sufficiency, the Great Thanksgiving testifies to and enacts human creaturehood, with its life-giving patterns of dependence and interdependence.  

When the powers tell a story of invincibility, of making everything great again, Eucharistic thanksgiving remembers and tells the story of life hanging by a thread, perpetually in doubt except for the unmerited grace and mighty saving deeds of a loving God, with whom we are in covenant. 

As we remember and give thanks at the Table with Jesus, we become a Body that enacts this “real” reality — gracious, interdependent, creaturely, and irreducibly social. And so it is truly right and just to give God thanks and praise.

Now, this eucharistic anaphora is not simply a laundry list of all the things we’re generally grateful to God for. As I said, it’s a catalog of “God’s mighty deeds,” a particular and identity-conferring story that the whole community (i. e., the entire communion of saints) recites to God in the direct address of prayer. 

The traditional anaphora pages through the chapters of faith’s revolutionary story, and the community that has been the object of God’s vast and generous affection declares: “It is truly right and just to give you thanks and praise, for you created us, you redeemed us, you led and upheld us, fed and watered us, deposed oppressors for us, sent prophets and dreamers to us, and in the fullness of time sent a savior to heal and redeem us…”

This Great Thanksgiving is corporate, it rises from communal memory, and it is part and parcel of the church’s stubborn refusal to forget in the face of the erasure tactics of the Regime. 

By remembering God’s mighty deeds so that we can thank and praise God’s glory rightly, we raise something to visibility that the Regime wants disappeared: namely, all the times and ways that God has worked and still works to liberate and love the people, especially the poor, oppressed, and slaughtered, in the midst of a world that seeks glory in vastly different kinds of deeds: brutal subjugation of the other, acquisition of obscene wealth, relentless waging of war, raw exercise of power, and an offhand, almost whimsical exercise of cruelty. 

In giving thanks to God, we serve notice to the Regime that we will not enable it with any of the deadly forms of misplaced gratitude it requires in order to rampage on. We declare that the God who did great things long ago can and will do them again –and is doing them even now — casting the mighty from their thrones, raising the lowly, defending the vulnerable, dignifying the poor. The eucharistic anaphora is a public exercise of defiant trust in God’s present compassionate sovereignty and defiant confidence in God’s inbreaking future.

Eucharistic thanksgiving is also a counter-liturgy to modern western culture’s dissatisfaction machine: My life isn’t complete until I have… you name it. 

This sense that turns things we want into things we need into things we deserve into things I must protect–against you — generates distrust, broken relationships, ruthless competition, war, hunger, poverty, gross economic inequality, and the degradation of the natural world. A staggering amount of injustice arises from this place of perpetual dissatisfaction. In contrast, Communion’s prayer of thanksgiving affirms a fundamental satisfaction that there is enough, and enough for all. 

Even as we affirm this truth, however, we know that millions u[on millions of our neighbors remain in real want, and so our enacting of our fundamental satisfaction with God becomes also a confession. In turn, our sincere and truthful confession becomes a decision for our neighbors. Thanksgiving is thus the engine of community. It creates social solidarity. And it frees the imagination to consider new political, economic, and social possibilities on every scale, intimate to global. 

In the current political situation, the authoritarians have been especially successful at manufacturing and manipulating a particular form of dissatisfaction — grievance. Take, for example, the myth of our nation’s glory days now usurped by foreign invaders and domestic enemies of the people: “What’s ours is being taken from us–privilege, dominance, whiteness, jobs manhood, womanhood, religion, country. It’s unjust and evil. It’s our duty to hate it, mobilize, arm ourselves, wrest back from ‘them’ what belongs exclusively to us.” 

Eucharistic thanksgiving is a radical rejoinder to grievance, real or imagined; but it doesn’t waste time arguing on grievance’s affronted terms about whether any particular complaint is justified. It simply gives thanks; it simply embodies and enacts a gracious reality; and thus it emphatically denies the very premise of grievance itself. The public witness of Eucharistic thanksgiving resets the old transactional equation in new terms of gracious, awestruck satisfaction.

Now, if all this is true, why would a progressive Communion liturgy deliberately downplay, lessen, or cut the anaphora?  It can’t be because our communities are ungrateful. Of course we’re not. It may more likely be because we’ve just never given it much thought. I also suspect that it may be to save time. No one wants the kids to get antsy or the grownups to start fidgeting with their phones. So, we look for ways to cut to the chase. The chase we usually cut to is the institution narrative. 

We go directly there because many of us regard the words of institution as the heart of the Eucharist, the thing that makes it what it is, it’s what we came for. Those words are so ingrained in us as something essential that we think Communion isn’t valid unless we say them.

I don’t believe that’s the case. I believe we can even dispense with them from time to time. But this isn’t the place to argue that position. For now, I want only to put the words of institution, if we use them, in their proper place, which is not as a stand-alone special moment that “as long as we have them, we have Communion,” but as an integral part of the Great Thanksgiving. 

The so-called words of institution enshrine a tradition of what Jesus said and did at the Last Supper. But we were never meant to “pronounce them over the elements” as if by doing so something happens, a “something” that stands alone and apart from the rest of the Communion liturgy, or that constitutes the Communion liturgy itself.

The words of institution are part of a longer narrative, a culmination in the catalog of all the saving deeds we remember and give thanks to God for at the Table. Among all those gifts, we remember the self-gift of Jesus on that night with special thanks. The words we say about “that night” belong within, not apart from, the longer narrative of gratitude we recite in the direct address of prayer to God. 

And in traditional liturgies that’s where you’ll find them, embedded in the Great Thanksgiving that goes something like this:

“It is right and just to give you thanks, O God, for you did this for us, and you gave that to us, and this, and that, and so we praise you–holy, holy, holy, Lord God of power and might, hosanna in the highest–AND we thank you because in the fullness of time you sent Jesus, who on the night he was betrayed took bread…. Therefore, we ask you to bless and sanctify these gifts… “

If the narrative of that last night is not addressed to God as a prayer of thanks, if we separate it out from the larger narrative of God’s mighty deeds, if we regard the words as lending special sacredness or validity to our sharing at the table, or if, as seems to be happening more frequently, we reduce the entire Communion liturgy to those “special” words (with their accompanying dramatic actions of breaking and pouring–don’t get me started), they inevitably become exactly what Protestants claim they’re not: a holy, immutable, untouchable sacred formula, even a kind of incantation, hot to the touch words you must carefully recite, words you expect will make something (what?) happen

(Dearly beloved, don’t go there: for this we fought a Reformation…)

So —

If your Eucharistic liturgy doesn’t feature a robust thanksgiving prayer preceding and incorporating the so-called words of institution, add it for justice’s sake. It doesn’t have to be long and involved. it just needs to give God communal thanks and thereby bear witness to the truth. 

If your liturgy has only passing words of thanks, or if they are offered only for being welcomed to the Table (necessary but not sufficient), beef them up. Thanksgiving is why we’re at the Table. Our public testimony should not be, “Oh by the way, thanks.”   

And if your service does include a robust anaphora, check to see if the institution narrative reads like a prayer of thanks or if it’s still treated like a set apart formula, a special sacred moment. Revise accordingly.

There’s a lot at stake. We need our Eucharists to be authentically eucharistic if they are to do the justice Communion intends to do.

Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

It is right and justr to give God thanks and praise!

Yes, it is.



NOTE: In these essays about justice and Communion, I rely upon and have been influenced by many scholars, especially the work of William C. Cavanaugh, Andrew McGowan, and Christopher Grundy.

Say Mass

Akili Ron Anderson


“When in doubt, say Mass.”  So said a wry old Catholic priest to me many years ago at a hastily arranged Eucharist after some national horror I can’t even recall.

He was referring to the Catholic tendency to slap a Mass on every occasion. If something noteworthy happened, joyous or devastating, local or global, Mass was the way you marked it. The Eucharistic liturgy was the vessel that held what needed holding, the grounding and clarifying act by which the community steadied and oriented itself.

“When in doubt…” It was a cheeky quip, but the priest who said it wasn’t being entirely facetious. If nothing else, a reflexive recourse to the liturgy is a way of persisting, the kind of repetitive showing up that’s easily dismissed as rote, but is rather (potentially, anyway) a training in perseverance. And God knows that showing up, persevering, is no mean thing in the face of evil’s demonstrated determination not to go away easily or any time soon. “Saying Mass” at every turn was a way of declaring “We’re not going away either.”

But even more, “Saying Mass” was testimony. Every time the church sat down at the Table, it engaged in a public counter-liturgy (in William Kavanaugh’s words) to all the liturgies of doubt, anger, upheaval, fear, cruelty, violence, and injustice celebrated daily by the world’s powers.

As such, “saying Mass” when in doubt, or in any other human circumstance, was not merely a way to strengthen, ground, steady, and orient the community; it was justice-doing itself. Taken together, the various movements of the Communion liturgy are a defiant refusal to accept the world’s claim to be “real” and an assertion that the real “real world” shows up, a real presence, in all the just things we say and do at the Table:

We gather, we don’t divide.

We welcome and bless, we don’t condemn, exclude, or curse.

We attend to a true Word, not a false narrative.

We give thanks, we don’t claim and assert self-authorship.

We share equally in the earth’s gifts of food, we don’t grasp and hoard.

We honor bodies and recognize their labor, we don’t exploit.

We distribute food to all, we don’t withhold it from some.

We welcome a real presence, not create a real absence.

We do not erase and falsify, we remember, we remember. We refuse to forget.

In Anglican theologian Kenneth Leech’s words, the Communion liturgy is “the weekly meeting of rebels against a Mammon-worshiping world order…, a freak event in a world where bread and wine are hoarded, not offered; concentrated, not divided; unequally distributed, not commonly shared.”” And we could add:

Because Communion is freely available to all, and all are fed according to their need, Communion enacts a counter-politics to the politics that says hunger is necessary. It’s an economic confrontation with the entrenched assumption that for some to have, others must not.

Because Communion is sheer gift, it enacts a non-shaming reality in a world where the powers decide who is worthy to eat.

Because Communion makes one Body, we are each other’s flesh. Communion enacts a new social space wherein bodies are sacred, of infinite worth, not dispensable on a whim.  

And in our current context of reprisal and revenge, of getting even as a way of life and as a way of governing, Communion enacts mercy, for the Body it makes is the body of the Victim who returned to those who disappeared him without a word of retribution on his lips. And with him, every disappeared victim, all the marginalized, poor, and oppressed, also materialize, for he is eternally and absolutely identified with them: “Whatever you do to the least, you do to me.” And we see them.

We shouldn’t politicize the sacraments. But the Eucharist is already politics just by being bread. And just by refusing to forget. And just by materializing disappeared victims. And just by being open to all. And just by hallowing created things. And just by being a feast of persevering and resilient joy. And just by being a communion, a new and just human polity, a new social order that denies the very premises on which the old order runs.

And because it recognizes no legitimacy whatsoever in that system, the Communion liturgy is provocative and dangerous. If, as Paul contends in 1 Corinthians, Communion wrongly practiced can make you sick, rightly practiced it can get you killed. (Ask Oscar Romero about that.)

In the progressive circles I run in, we don’t have much of a liturgical reflex. Only rarely do pastors and people go first to the Table and then to the march or set a table in the streets “in the sight of our foes…”

Only rarely is the Eucharist taught and celebrated in our congregations as the church’s most fundamental and effective source of transformation for communal witness and justice-doing.

Much less have we cultivated in the faithful a strong sensibility that it is through this ritual activity that the world we are fighting for “out there” materializes every time we gather “in here,” and we can touch and taste it and lend ourselves to its transforming grace.

And it can transform us. By faithful Eucharistic engagement over time, we can become one Communionized Body, enacting in the world the justice we embody at the Table.

We should “say Mass” more often. Yes?

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For Holy Communion as Testimony, Justice-Witness

When We Assemble

LM

Words: Mary Luti

Tunes: ACH BLEIB BEI UNS (Lord Jesus Christ, with Us Abide), HERR JESU CHRIST DICH ZU UNS WEND (Lord Jesus Christ, Be Present Now)

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When we assemble, we say no

to pow’rs that scatter and divide.

To gather is the way we show

that none of us belongs outside.

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When we say thank you, we say no

to pow’rs that tell us we’re our own.

Our grateful praise is how we show

we owe our lives to God alone.

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When we remember, we say no

to pow’rs that lie to leave no trace.

Refusing to forget, we show

their victims cannot be erased.

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When we are sharing, we say no

to pow’rs that take and hoard and keep. 

To feed each other is to show

that everyone deserves to eat.

*

When we assemble, break the bread,

remember bravely, share, and bless,

we say the nos that Jesus said;

and then to Love we say our yes.

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For more on Communion and Justice, see UCC Stillspeaking Writers Group, “Do This: Communion for Just and Courageous Living,” available from the Pilgrim Press.

Looking Up

Shower, you heavens, from above, and let the skies rain down righteousness; let the earth open, that salvation may spring up, and righteousness also. [Isaiah 45:8]

Before the 11th day of September, 2001, if something fell from the sky, it was snow, rain, or hail. If in the night we caught a flare at the corner of our eye, it was a shooting star, and we felt lucky to see it. If we noticed a silver glint above us, it was only a jet, and we might have wished we were on it, escaping for a rest.

In the days before 9/11, we did not think that planes could slice into offices, nor that looking up we would see souls hurtling a hundred stories to the dust of collapsed futures. We didn’t know that the sky could rain a million memos, a pair of shoes, a menu with the specials of the day, a man we met on Monday for a drink.

It’s not Advent yet, but it might help us today to remember that on the last Sunday of that season, our ancient forbears raised their eyes and sang to their own sorrowful sky (for there is no time without sorrow) this urgent and insistent prayer: Rorate caeli de super, et nubes pluant Justum—You heavens, open from above, that clouds may rain the Just One!

So many awful things fell down on 9/11 that for a long time afterwards we might not have dared look up, as these scriptures imply we must. Yet this is faith’s posture—heads lifted, eyes on the high horizon, hands outstretched, hearts open. This is the world’s most needed gesture—to point to every cloud of sorrow and declare, despite all evidence to the contrary, that from such skies, even from these, the longed-for healing comes.

So pray today that God will give us a new sky under which all creatures may live without fear of falling objects. Pray that what falls from the sky from now on will be only the grace of our Savior, in whom are joined the hopes and fears of all the years. Pray that under God’s new, safe sky we who are witnesses to sorrow and to mercy will co-create with God a new, safe, just, and holy earth.