Yeah, my grandmother was freaking nuts, hook line and sinker nuts way over the deep end. She was convinced I was a prophet, and I was just a child. She made me study the bible, she taught me divination and how to decode the "secret messages" hidden in everything... even when every other christian turned on me for having sympathy for the devil, and the damned, she was ok with that. She told me it was symbolic, that it wasn't the actual blood and body, but a thing one does in rememberance of the last supper, and of the acts of christ. Granted, she wasn't your typical christian by any means. If people actually take it literally, well, I didn't know that, but I guess they do.