I’ve taken Communion twice, basically out of curiosity, for the hell of it, and for the solidarity of participating in the moment and the sake of ritual.
I’m not religious in anyway, and was not raised to be. I have never been baptized, and I certainly don’t accept Christ as the “Savior and Son of God”.
The first time was when I was a child and my Grandmother and I had attended the funeral of a friend of her’s. I asked if it was OK if I went up and took Communion with everyone else and she said yes. I was curious and didn’t know any better.
The second time was at “Senior Mass” when I was graduating High School. The priest who peformed the service was a very nice guy who happened to have befriended my Mother. My mother and I felt that it was a very nice gesture to open their church to the whole class, wanting to wish us well on the rest of our life journeys, etc. We also knew that barely anyone would show up, so I went just to show that it was appreciated. It was the same motivation I had for again taking Communion.
It wasn’t untill meeting Mrs. WeHaveCookies (a recovering North Dakotan German Catholic) that I learned just how much of a transgression my actions would have been perceived as by the RCC, had my true heathen status been known.
Years after she had withdrawn herself from Catholicism, Mrs. WeHaveCookies decided to take (and was freely given) Communion at her Father’s funeral by her family’s priest, who was well aware of her spiritual perspective and lesbian lifestyle and who had shook my hand in her Father’s hospital room after reading his Last Rites a few days previously.
In the flip side of my previous motivations, I knew that most of the many hundreds of people gathered in the church for the funeral (and especially Mrs. WeHaveCookies’ family, who had gracefully handled her Mother’s “outing” of us both to them all at the hospital in order to insure that she would be comfortable leaning on me for support in her grief instead of worrying about what Aunt Maurene would be thinking) knew full well that I was not Catholic, so I kept my seat with the handfull of other folks who did not line up for Communion.
I do not feel bad or guilty about taking it when I have, though. I had my reasons for wanting to take it and they had their reasons for wanting to give it to me. Does it really matter that those reasons were not the same? It strikes me as more of a win-win than a disdain-worthy transgression.