Before the drinking began, he took a loaf of unleavened bread and broke it into pieces. “Take this as a sign of my body,” he said, wrenching in pain. He had given up so much but the supper had just commenced. Enduring the fresh deep cuts that came with every piece he was giving to his followers, his humanness was eating him. But he knew the almighty would bless him, what with the sacrifice he had in mind. “This is for you,” he added, fervor glinting in his eyes.