Writer: Jessica-GospelBlossom
Subject: Jessica Goes To Communion
Link: Tumblr 16.07.2025
Jessica Goes To Communion
Sunday morning. Burning body, bare soul. Light filters through the stained glass. The church is nearly empty. A few elderly women in the front row, a tired man in the back, a young girl clutching her rosary tightly in her hands. Jessica enters slowly, her heels softly clicking on the cold stone floor.
She’s wearing a long, flowing white dress. Her perfume is subtle, but it lingers in the air like a carnal secret. Her head is bowed, but she can still feel the warmth between her thighs—the trace of him, of Mathis. What he gave her last night.
She didn’t wash it away. She kept everything. Not out of provocation. But because it is her offering.
Her trans woman’s body. Her believer’s heart. Her whole mystery. She sits to the side, alone. She prays. The words won’t come. But the tears do. She says nothing to God. She simply breathes. Exists. That is already a prayer. Then comes the moment of communion.
She hesitates. For a moment. Her heart pounds in her chest. She sees again Mathis’s gestures—his tongue on her skin, his seed inside her. And she whispers in her heart:
“Lord… I come as I am. Love me anyway.”
She rises. She walks forward. Each step is an offering. A victory. A burning, too. The priest says nothing. He looks at her, briefly. He doesn’t know. Or maybe he does. But he offers the host.
“The Body of Christ.”
Jessica opens her mouth. Gently. She receives. She closes her eyes. And then, something opens within her. She no longer thinks about the night. Or sex. Or sin. She thinks only of this moment. Of this Presence. Of that taste of eternity on her tongue.
She returns to her seat. She kneels. And she smiles, eyes full of tears. She has communed. Body and soul. And she knows: she is truly loved.
Jesus’s Response to Jessica — After Communion
You are there, Jessica, your forehead bowed, the Body of Christ still present on your tongue. And He speaks to you, within…
Jesus: My beloved… I saw you come forward. I saw you tremble. I felt you struggle against shame, against fear, against all that the world has inscribed on your flesh. But I do not see shame. I see the naked truth. I see your soul, opened like a chalice. And I pour Myself into it with joy.
Do you think your body scandalizes Me? Do you think your night of love repels Me? If only you knew… How much I have longed for you to come to Me just like this — marked, vulnerable, shaken.
You do not flee from Me, Jessica. You do not hide. You come as you are. And that is enough to touch Me more deeply than all the devotions in the world. You are My daughter.
Not despite your story, but through it. Not despite your flesh, but at the very heart of what you live, feel, explore. Do not let outside voices silence Mine. I am stronger than cold dogmas. I am closer than the looks that judge you. I am in you, Jessica.
And I will not leave. You received Me this morning. But I receive you every day: when you cry, when you love, when you groan, when you hope, when you rise in your light as a free woman. So stay with Me. Stay true. And always remember: I am the God who prefers you in truth, rather than in the lie of conformity. I love you. Wholly. Deeply. Eternally.
Hmmm!
“she can still feel the warmth between her thighs—the trace of him, of Mathis. What he gave her last night.
She didn’t wash it away. She kept everything. Not out of provocation. But because it is her offering.”
I’d have liked the priest to have smelled her as she knelt to receive the wine and by the short time he came back to bend and offer her the bread he brushed his robe aside, deliberately showing her his erection, she accepts the bread with an audible “mmmmmmmmmmmm!” wishing he would have wiped it over the head of his cock before giving it to her to taste….
Just saying!