Take this and drink....

Me:  Lord, it's me.
Jesus:  I'm here.
Me:  I had a question.
Jesus:  Ask away.
Me:  You know how the bread and wine become your body and blood during the consecration?
Jesus:  Yes.
Me:  Well, I just take the body, and I always skip drinking from the chalice.  Is that ok?
Jesus:  What do you think?
Me:  Well, I know that you are fully present in both forms, so I'm getting all of you either way.
Jesus:  True.
Me:  But then I ask myself, if you only wanted me to take the bread, you wouldn't have gone through the whole explanation of "this is my blood".  If you made such point to do both, why do I only participate in one?
Jesus:  I see your point.
Me:  The truth of the matter is, and I'm just being honest here, it seems kind of gross to me.  All of those people drinking from the same cup, all of the germs.  I mean, I know they wipe the rim down, but you can't tell me I'm not catching someone else's backwash.
Jesus:  I understand. 
Me:  Well, I guess that when I think about it, it feels a little selfish.  I mean there you are, up on that crucifix dying for me and I'm too much of a wimp to share a cup.  I feel like I'm not fully participating.
Jesus:  I see.
Me:  I think about you serving the lepars, or Veronica pressing her shroud against your wounds.  Now that I think about it, there are a lot of dirty jobs I tried to avoid in my life.  I never wanted to change a diaper, that's for sure.
Jesus:  But you did.
Me:  Yeah, I did.
Jesus:  Why?
Me:  Because I loved my daughter more than I hated what I thought was gross.
Jesus:  That makes sense.
Me:  And to be honest, I don't know if I'd have such a close bond with the people I love, if I didn't roll up my sleeves and do the tough stuff.  Putting aside my personal comfort to show them that I would do anything for them.  Cutting Dad's toenails when he was on hospice was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
Jesus:  I remember that.  It was beautiful.  You know who else saw you do that?
Me:  Who?
Jesus:  Your son.  You see, I care less about your physical habits and more about the intentions of your heart.  Whether you receive my body on your tongue, or in your hand, whether you take the cup and drink my blood or not, what matters to me is that you set aside your will for me.  When you told me years ago that you would put your own "self-made" plans aside and follow me, I asked you to leave all of your worldly comforts behind.  I'm asking you to do that again, each time you take me into your being, in the miracle of the Eucharist.  Do you understand what I'm asking of you?
Me:  I think so.
Jesus:  Amen.