Communion and the Heartbeat of the Gospel

I was there—weren’t you?

The world tells the Crucifixion as a story of blood and nails, of bodies beaten and left to die on a Roman cross. It is told this way to make us shudder, to show us how horrible sin is when people turn violence into spectacle.

But God’s way is not the world’s way.

When I look at the Crucifixion, I do not see dripping blood and gore. I see a love story. I see God watching over the Word to bring His promise to fruition. I see memory awakening, relationships healed, and covenant love revealed.

The Third Day at Sinai (Exodus 19:19) echoes here: the fire, the lightning it sparks the Teacher of Israel—Moses—alive again with the Woman of Lightning and the Man of Thunder. What the world frames as death, God frames as reunion and resurrection.

The Crucifixion is not the end of a life.

It is preparation for Communion with God.

It is the heartbeat of Life Herself, coming alive to give us Eternal Life within a covenanting, loving relationship—as Bride and Bridegroom, as Teacher and Friend, and as all their blood relations.

So when I come to the table of the Lord, I do not taste death.

I taste Life—the heartbeat of the Gospel Herself.

The bread is not simply broken flesh—it is the shared loaf of covenant love, the heartbeat of Life pulsing through us as we eat together. The cup is not dripping blood—it is new wine poured out, memory restored, covenant joy, and the fire of love that binds us as Bride and Bridegroom, as Teacher and Friend, as Promise kept to Spirit.

Communion is not a funeral ritual.

It is a wedding feast.

It is Life remembered, Life reborn, Life eternal—Life alive forever.

The Cross is the Amygdala—the heartbeat of the Gospel, revealed in Mary the Magdalene, whose very name means the Amygdala. Here sinful thinking dies, fear and the demons of possession lose their grip, the world’s memory is healed, and covenant love is reborn. Sinners—and Simon’s love for the Woman Jesus and for those needing to see covenant love alive—compel Simon to carry the Cross of Jesus and reveal himself as Christ the Everlasting Father (Mark 15:21).

When I look to the Prophet Isaiah, I see Christ defined in fourfold form (Isaiah 9:6):

• Mary the Magdalene — Wonderful Counsellor: the Amygdala, Queen of Heaven, Lightning, reigning beside the King of Kings.
• Simon the Peter, son of Jonah — Everlasting Father: the Rock, called by love to serve; compelled by sinners, he took up the Cross of Jesus to save the world.
• Jesus the Teacher — Prince of Peace: Moses reborn, John the Baptist’s head restored and released from prison forever; speaking peace again in our midst, trampling down death by death, and bestowing life to those in the tombs.
• The Lady of Bethany (Martha) — the Almighty housewife: tending the oikumene, the household of God, watching over covenant love with grace and hospitality.

At the table, we receive not only forgiveness; we are invited into divine union eternal: God in us and we in God. The heartbeat of Life Herself still beats within us, carrying us forward into eternal covenant love—with Herself as the Cross, the Amygdala, the world’s memory, the Wonderful Counsellor.

With the words “Do this in remembrance of me,” we are called to remember that John the Baptist is the Forerunner—who calls us into repentance and points us to the She who hovered and the He who thundered: “Let there be light.”

We remember that John is the Teacher, the one who calls the disciples to testify, saying: “I am not the Christ. But I have been sent ahead of Him. The Bride belongs to the Bridegroom” (John 3:28–29).

With this post, I break the bread and pour the wine. I do not stage a funeral; I open a wedding table. The Cross is the Amygdala—her memory restored, new wine poured out, covenant love restored, and God’s children reborn.

I drink in Life—the heartbeat of the Gospel, restoring my soul and all those sharing this cup with me.

I invite you to listen for the heartbeat of the Gospel—the Amygdala, memory restored, covenant love reborn. Not a platonic affection, not a fleeting passion, but LOVE that is eternal—LOVE compelled to reconnect with those it has cherished from the beginning of time. For if the dead do not rise again with the heartbeat of the Gospel, Christ will not come again.