Follow me, come and dine with us. The catacombs are dark, but don’t fear. They’re a necessity. The catacombs offer secrecy, and secrecy is a shield for all our brothers and sisters. Most people will never understand. Down here by dim candles you will know true grace. The sacrifices we take are great, and have kept us linked with our Lord since we began the correct version of the communal meal in Apostolic times. The Christian Lord offers bits of unleavened bread and sips of cheap wine. Ours nourishes us with the most previous essence we can take.

The Protestants take their current bread and their wine as symbols for those at the carpenter’s last meal. Worse they believe the repast present at that last meal were also mere symbols of flesh and blood. They waste themselves consuming the stand in of a stand in, just a symbol of another symbol. And they wonder why grace escapes them.

Catholics are no better, only stranger, taking bread and wine they hold that a priest, any priest, can use magic to transform them into the flesh and blood. Then why, after the priest casts his spell, does the “flesh and blood” still taste like stale wafers and cheap wine? They have been deluding themselves since the beginning r

They hold to a notation of restoration, forgiveness. There is no salvation down here only enlightenment. Down here upon our old altars bear no symbols of a wasted sacrifice, no chicanery to trick followers, only the tenderest flesh and most recent blood. Our Lord demands sacrifices, all Gods do, grace comes at a price ,but why offer ours, when we can take from our enemies? Why should we pay, when momentarily distracting a churchgoing parent’ can provide a bounty we can slowly harvest for months.

The pieces of flesh are best further cut into small pieces and will taste of salt, expect to chew them longer than you’re accustomed food. The time you spend with it allows you to reflect on where it came from and what that means. Take the blood the opposite way, don’t let it linger, just a few quick swallows. Take it in a rush of zeal, revel in your choice. Remember, it’s not about how much, or how quickly, you ingest. Our Lord’s grace is about an allegiance to the suffering and taking of the newest lives. Their agonies become our enlightenment.

So come, sit. Dine with us at a leisured pace. The flesh is tenderest when freshly cut from still living bone, and these stone corridors are thick enough to hide even the loudest screams.