I swear this happened. Singing in the choir at 1st Methodist in Arlington one time, and they decided to do communion. They didn’t do communion very often (because random Jesus is random) and so apparently they weren’t good at it.

By the time it was our turn for communion, they’d run out of wafers and run out of bread. We got peanut butter cookies for communion.

I ate like 15 Jesuses that day.