Lorna Koskela wrote of a recent Eucharist:
Mia the pastor there makes her own communion bread, and gives everyone a sizeable chunk, which means it’s never hurried. You need to take your time to chew and savour the bread.
At my two most recent churches, we practice communion through intinction using leavened bread. Most people take a snippet of bread between their finger and thumb. It's just a personal choice, but I like to take a chunk of it. Not half the loaf, but a piece about the size of my thumb.
I need more than a sliver of grace in the Lord's Supper. Such is my total depravity that I need more than a little bit of bread to soak up my sinful nature; more than a droplet of blood to blanche out my wicked disposition and make my wedding garment clean.
Lately, when our pastor presents the elements, I'm suddenly struck with a deep hunger in my belly. And it's not that it's 11:45; I see the elements of grace and I need them. And I know that I need them intensively.