Catholics believe that when the priest blesses the sacrament it becomes the body and blood of Christ.
Most evangelicals have no time for such hokus pokus. They kicked the eucharist to the end of the service (if they celebrate it at all) so as to give pride of place to the Word preached.
But that’s not to say the evangelical doesn’t have time for their own magic (oops, I meant “miracle”).
The evangelical’s equivalent miracle is centered on the text that took center stage. The human author wrote an errant document in one of the many genres of his day no different than a standard wafer and wine. Then God blessed it and turned it into an inerrant historical and scientific narrative that conforms to the standards recognized in the latter twentieth and early twenty-first centuries.
And you thought transubstantiation was tough to swallow.
