The Pentecostalism of my early years focused on the experience of God, the immediate Presence of the Holy Spirit. We sang together with great enthusiasm, clapped our hands with joy, and listened to messages delivered with loud shouts of emotion! The services often closed with ‘altar calls’ when we came together at the front of the church to pray. Tears and laughter, hugs and shared prayers, were common, along with the expectation of spiritual renewal. I do not miss the excesses of that season of life but I surely treasure the closeness with God and others that were fostered in us.
Our churches were deeply suspicious of what I heard labeled as ‘dead ritual.’ So, we did not profess our beliefs with creeds, nor did we observe the seasons of Advent or Lent. We did not even recognize our place as a part of the larger Body of Christ in the world. We did celebrate baptism of new believers with great joy, much as one would mark the arrival of new baby in the family! Communion was also celebrated but without much emphasis, a few moments added to the service, on the first Sunday of the month.
As my Christian experience matured and I worshipped at times outside of my own traditions, I began to discover the wonder of worship including ancient rituals! As I spoke the Apostle’s Creed with other voices raised around me, I realized the wonder of the faith that stretched back 2,000 years, anchored in the Word. And I began to understand Holy Communion as something more than a sip of juice and eating a wafer! It became, and remains to this day, the holiest moment of worship each week.
Each Sunday, our congregation closes our time together with Holy Communion. The bit of bread held in my hand speaks to me of the body of Christ Jesus, the cup filled with the fruit of the vine renews my hope in the covenant He made in the giving of His life, the shedding of His blood at the Cross. Yes, I truly love the moment when we share the Lord’s Supper in our time of gathered worship. Do you?
I hear the words written in one of Paul’s earliest letters
and realize that I am worshipping alongside of millions of faithful Christians,
past and present. He says to us, by the inspiration of the Spirit,
"For I received from
the Lord what I also passed on to you:
The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it
and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
In the same way, after supper
he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this,
whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.”
For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes. Therefore, whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of sinning against the body and blood of the Lord. A man ought to examine himself before he eats of the bread and drinks of the cup. For anyone who eats and drinks without recognizing the body of the Lord eats and drinks judgment on himself." (1 Corinthians 11:23-29, NIV)
In the act of Communion there is a mystery of faith. I hold the Presence of Jesus close and in a simple human act of eating and drinking, declare the sustenance of my faith is found in my intimate connection to Jesus. He becomes my spiritual food and drink!
The letter to the Hebrews underscores the wonder of the
Cross on which our hope rests. After explaining the reason for the Temple
sacrifices for the temporary forgiveness of sin, we read these profound words -
"How much more, then,
will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself
unblemished to God, cleanse our consciences from acts that lead to death, so that we may serve the living God! For this
reason Christ is the mediator of a new covenant, that those who are called may
receive the promised eternal inheritance—now that he has died as a ransom to
set them free from the sins committed under the first covenant."
(Hebrews 9:14-15, NIV)
This is my remembrance at the moment of Communion. I am made new, a holy
man, not because I am good or great, but because my Savior offered Himself as
the Final Sacrifice. Yes, it is ritual, but it is holy, meaningful, and
part of our worship at the direction of Jesus Himself!
In Luke we read,
"When the hour came,
Jesus and his apostles reclined at the table. And he said to them, “I have eagerly
desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer. For I tell you, I will not eat it again
until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God.” After taking the cup, he gave thanks and
said, “Take this and divide it among you. For I tell you I will not drink again of
the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.” And he took bread, gave thanks and broke
it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in
remembrance of me.” In the same way, after the supper he took the cup,
saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you."
(Luke 22:14-21, NIV)
The Passover meal was a remembrance of the night in Egypt when the act of faith, the application of the blood of an unblemished lamb to the doorposts of the home, spared that household during the passing of the death angel of God’s judgment. Jesus tells us that He is our Passover Lamb, that we no longer live in fear of judgment and death because of Him. That is a truth worthy of our celebration, which demands our truest worship as we receive the Cup and Bread.
Next time you worship at the Lord’s Table, I hope you will not do so thoughtlessly, or ‘just because.’ Instead, enter the mystery of faith fully, thanking the Lord Jesus for offering His body to be broken that you might be healed and restored to the image of God in which we were originally created. Reverently thank Him for giving His life, carrying the weight of your sin, and writing a holy promise of God’s love in blood!
Jesus says – “Do this in remembrance of me.”
Amen
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