This rambly thought started last Sunday and has been sort of wiggling around in my head through the week, saying: write me, write me. So here goes.
Communion – also known as The Lord’s Supper, or the Eucharist – the way it’s done in my church suddenly hit me last Sunday with deep symbolism: I’m sitting there and the bread and wine are brought to me, it’s not my effort but grace handed to me – but then it’s up to me to take it, to physically grab hold of the little cup, to chew on the bread and drink the wine, to take into myself these symbols of what Jesus has done for me.
He’s done what was necessary for the salvation of mankind – but it’s up to us to take him up on his offer.
And then day by day it’s up to me to take and eat what God is offering me – his grace is there all the time, but so often I find I’ve neglected to pray and to read the Bible, and then I feel tired, low, weepy for no apparent reason, frustrated, ratty… grace isn’t something I can manufacture in myself through willpower, I need to be constantly receiving it from God, like a teapot I need water poured into me so that a nice drink could be poured out for others to enjoy. If I don’t sit under the tap often enough, I’ll run dry.
So, to Christians reading this I say: remember to take and eat, and keep on doing that.
And if you’re reading this and you’re not a Christian, I invite you to join in the feast – the body and blood of Jesus are God’s grace offered to all mankind!
For this is how God loved the world: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.