Matthew 18:3 And Jesus said “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” I was given a great gift this past Sunday. I was blessed to have some extra time with young Vincent, a 7- year-old ball of energy. To quote a sports phrase “You cannot stop Vincent, you can only hope to contain him.” The Oregon defensive coordinator said this about Ezekiel Elliot right before kickoff at the National Championship game. Nice idea. Doesn’t always work. Vincent is perpetually “filled with the Holy Spirit.” He is also usually infused, along with his friend Emmanuel, with a very high dose of sugar from our pastries. Vincent. Emmanuel. The Holy Spirit. And, a healthy dose of sugar plus some Doritos added in for good measure. This was an interesting combination. Always energetic and entertaining, young Vincent is also enlightening. Toward the end of the service, as Communion approached, we sat together. So, I was directly behind Vincent as we approached the altar for Communion. We were in the “drinking from the cup” line, not the “dunking” line. (Yes, Fr. Kevin, I know it is intincting, not dunking, but the folks in the back don’t say things like intinct. We are afraid we will get laughed at… or maybe beat up.) So, even though we were not in the dunking line, Vincent dunked. Total immersion. His host was (literally) dripping with wine. (I was sort of glad he wasn’t driving home!). We walked back together and I watched to make sure that he ate the entire host. He was truly savoring it, small bite by small bite. I reminded him that he needed to eat it all. He took another small bite. He said “This is really good!” “Yes” I said. “It is the best thing ever.” He took another small bite and continued gazing at the host. I reminded him to eat it all. He looked again at the small piece remaining in his right hand. “You know who is with us in your bread, right?” I asked. “No” he said. “Who?” “Jesus is with us in your bread” I answered. He gave me a questioning gaze, paused, looked down at his bread infused with wine and he asked… “For real?” “Yes, Vincent.” I said looking back into his eyes. “For real.” Vincent’s eyes opened wide with wonder. All he said was … “Whoa!” Then he finished the host. Every Sunday at our altar, Jesus comes to me and he comes to you. This is not an abstraction. He is there with us. Every Sunday. “Whoa!” Indeed. —Dr. Bob Buehler In his day job, Dr. Bob is a geneticist. On Sundays, with a heart full of love, he directs the Godly Play program for our children at St. Augustine’s.