Hi DHK,
You wrote, "
as it his body? Was it his blood? No, absolutely not!! It was a picture, and the disciples knew that very well."
That's right, because when I want to have a picture of Jesus on my nightstand, I place a loaf of bread there because the loaf of bread looks just like the God-Man.
I mean, Jesus was composed of flesh that was able to be torn apart like bread, Jesus probably had tan skin like the bread, and heck, if the bread has seeds on the exterior, those  might even resemble the God-Man's freckles.
Perhaps I should walk around campus with a loaf of bread and when someone asks me what it is, I'll just say, "
Duh, can't you see?  It's Jesus!" and that individual will respond, "
Oh yeah, how could I have missed it; it looks just like him!"
P.S.  I saw Fr. Stan Fortuna (the last photo I posted) tonight again.  He was rapping during a concert he put on this evening in the Fieldhouse on campus, which was incredible, and I purchased his newest CD: 
Adoration and had him autograph it..
  
  
	
school of the Eucharist
©2003 fr. stan fortuna, cfr
refrain
at this school when i sit 
even just a little bit
i get hit with the power 
that made the veil in the temple split
when i submit 
fall on the floor and adore
can’t get enough 
got to come back for sa-more
every prostitute and sinner 
every fool and hypocrite
can benefit in this school 
repent and commit
as the incense rises up 
in adoration of the throne
somethin happens 
to my wounded heart 
from all the love revealed and shown
bright light Shekina 
comes to my aid to assist
to change and sustain 
the way i think and exist
to feel the bliss because my name 
is in the book of life’s list
that’s what happens when you sit 
in the school of the Eucharist
verse 1
be fertile and multiply 
progenerate procreate 
yet we frustrate the divine plan
it will only illustrate the disaster
of bein consumed 
by consumer culture
recover sanctity 
when spouses copulate
this is somethin that the culture can facilitate
instead they want to make big money so they desecrate
they press audiovisual triple x 
vulgarity and violence
they dominate 
that’s what they celebrate
thug wannabe’s or actuals 
that’s what they emulate
and they mutilate each other 
bad feelins like nas missin his mother
dre’s brother biggie and 2 pac
bonds stocks and glocks 
need new buildin blocks
penitentiary and terror cells 
the whole wide world 
is under those locks
incarcerate and conversate 
with a cultural inmate 
the new prison no vision 
don’t got the inner strength to tolerate
the pains we feelin
unless you eat the flesh and drink the blood you got no life within you
that means you dead
don’t matter the size of your venue
or how many records you sell
gehenna forces burnin 
in this cultural hell
bond with your homies 
with a mad rodman-iverson-type of tattoo
this battle still commin straight at you
don’t matter the size of your iq
ain’t no human mind that can 
mastermind the breakthrough
give-me give-me takin greedy takin
not receivin – deadly fruit of not believin
it’s a hard teachin John 6:66 
some were badly shaken
it’s time to stop fakin before we be rudely awakened (refrain)
verse 2
deadly cultural wound 
who can stop the bleedin
with every beat of its heart 
the culture is fallin apart
cultural remedy must pass through Gethsemane
all intellectual tryin 
without dyin to self
perpetuates the attitude 
“i’ll do it myself”
militant fanatics 
with bodacious martyrdom
suicide bombers 
we can’t stop ‘em we part of ‘em
it’s all over broadcast on tv 
cnn radio am and fm
what a way to start 
the new millennium
homeland security? 
not without a renewed sense of purity
we got a big multicultural 
international problem
everybody claims 
a piece of father Abraham
deadly disputes 
over the Promised Land
o little town of Bethlehem
it’s perpetual - need more adoration 24/7
destination heaven 
illumines September eleven
it’s the Lord blessin 
yeah 50 you lyrically inclined 
get with it bro 
you do got to shine and you can
if God is really the seamstress 
that taylor fitted your pain
don’t be another statistic 
you patiently waited for your fame
don’t forget you got scriptures 
in your brain
then spit at the cultural nitwit
get with it and live it you ain’t bitter and you ain’t a quitter
here's a dollar’s worth of wisdom don’t be fooled by the glitter
even coach jackson can’t deal 
with this kinda action
like he tried with l.a. ego bustin zen
made those prima donnas champions
even madonna with her yogi guru
remember the old school 
eatin pork rinds and yoohoo?
every now and then 
tryin to bust out of those chains
sometimes you think they gone 
and even friends try to do you
there’s a cultural demonic possession
we ain’t learnin our lesson 
when will it end?
wasn’t biggie 2 pac’s friend?
east coast west coast
this greed-infested rivalry 
is a dead end
it’s time to stop fakin 
before we all be rudely awakened (refrain)
verse 3
nas God’s son cd 
so hard to see confusion
even got a good song to the youth
no curses in the verses miracle
i knew he could do in a couple tracks later he’s back offendin
what’s up what that? 
is he pretendin?
or does he really care 
about the mixed message he sendin?
hookin up with white boy 
producin you
seducin you to speculate about
what if the Virgin Mary 
had an abortion
yo proceed with caution
you messin 
with the Mother of the real God’s Son
keep walkin that road son 
and your chances of salvation
could dwindle down to none
whose gonna take the lead 
and deliver the fatal blow?
rumor has it emminem 
gonna change the vibe of his flow
hope so - curtain commin down 
on the marshall matthers show?
can’t market me i’m too positively 
dramatic plus i’m Catholic
my rhymes are just right 
for these times
they theological
relationship with daddy 
for most is just biological
too many young men got to pretend
even with big success 
too much stress
the conclusion is deadly and logical growin without knowin 
the joy of a boy
the problem is deep
why can’t we see through this tragedy
this heartfelt sincerity 
combined with blasphemy
is the deception of the cultural blows that’s blastin me
you might not agree
space shuttle columbia debris
sprayin all over the country
just like that 
who could foresee
wake up call 
same kind of destruction 
goin on inside of you and me
terror already busted up the skyway
everybody like sinatra 
singin “i’ll do it my way”
cultural subluxation no chiropractor can adjust this vertebrae
only divine mercy can heal 
the culture anyway
come on - it’s time to stop fakin before we all be rudely awakened. (refrain)