We celebrated communion at my church today. I like that. I’m an old-fashioned liturgical kind of girl and while my church is pretty traditional, we don’t have a lot in the way of rituals. Communion is an exception to that, and something we do on a regular basis.
Here’s how I look at communion: I’ve never been married, but I have been a bridesmaid, singer, and attendee at more weddings than I care to count. From my perspective on the sidelines, a wedding is when two people engage in a ceremony where they look each other straight in the eye and say, “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
What does that have to do with communion, you say? To me, communion is a ceremony I engage in with Almighty God, where He looks me straight in the eye and says, “I love you. I want to spend eternity with you. And this is to remind you what I went through to make that possible.”
See why I like it?
This morning it occurred to me to wonder why He chose food and drink as that reminder. He’s very clear that a reminder is what it is “Do this to remember me.” (Luke 22:19) Why not, I don’t know, a fight song or a secret handshake or something?
I don’t have an answer for that. I wonder if it has to do with the fact that taking “the bread and the cup” requires some attention and several senses. You have to see it, touch it, sometimes you can smell it, depending on the choice of bread/drink, and then taste it. Or maybe it’s a tangible expression of this blog’s theme verse, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” Or . . . I don’t know. But if you have any ideas, I’d sure be interested to hear them.
What do you think?