“I yawned as the organist began playing the Communion hymn, then my eyelids slowly dropped and I fell to dreaming. I dreamed I was there, at that first Communion service, two centuries ago. Because of the Passover, the streets were crowded, but I finally arrived at my friend’s house. Since I was late, I was afraid the meal might be over, but as I went up the stairs I could hear the murmur of voices.

The curtain was drawn over the door, so I peeked through the space between the curtain and the wall. I saw a group of strangers reclining around a table, talking and eating. The man at the head of the table stood out from the rest. He had a typical Jewish beard and dark eyes, but his expression was unusually sensitive and sad, and his mind seemed miles away from the gaiety of of the Passover season. He whispered something to one of the men, who got up and left. As he brushed by me, I saw a look of nervousness and amazement on his face.

The man at the head of the table picked up a large loaf of unleavened bread, broke off a piece, and passed the loaf to the others. “This.” he said, “is my body.” Then he held up a cup of wine and said in a loud voice, “This wine is my blood.” He told the others to drink from it and to think of Him whenever they did.

I guess I wasn’t the only one confused by these words. The gaiety of the group was gone, replaced by tense emotion, and eyes dimmed with tears. The next thing I knew I was being nudged by my friend, Derek, and I saw the deacon passing the trays toward me. Although I had missed much of this service, no Communion would ever be the same for me again, for I had been there, where it all began. I WILL REMEMBER as he asked me to.”

By Russell Cobb–Eldon, Missouri

Jesus instituted His supper for all His followers to participate “in remembrance of Him.” This supper is central in our worship on the Lord’s Day. It is not our supper, it is the Lord’s. He neither invites nor refuses anyone to participate. It is entirely up to the individual. Sometimes, because we as a body of believers keep the Lord’s Supper every Sunday, we are criticized that it will become too common. I say that is entirely up to the individual. It is blessing to remember our Lord’s sacrifice in this way. What a wonderful way to express our gratitude, to meet Jesus at His table sharing with Him His meal. Can’t you hear His words, “do this in remembrance of Me.”

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