Isn’t that what blogging really is… Sure there are some that make a living off their blogs. In reality though, blogs are just the crap that falls out of your head.
So that is this post…
And now I will talk about church… I segue better than Gob Bluth!
This past Sunday I was tasked with introducing Communion, stepping out of my usual rotation of once every couple of months. Communion for me has become something different than it was growing up, or even in my 20’s. I am starting to get why the ceremony and pageantry infiltrated its what was in reality a meal.
Every time you do this, remember me!
And yet, the remembering is what takes flower, water, salt, sugar, oil and yeast and makes it body. Takes grapes, and time, and makes them blood. Now I am not going into a “Transubstantiation” discussion. I am talking about close friends at a table.
And one says “guys, pretty soon I am going to be killed… don’t worry there is more… there will be Victory, and as a reminder, when you get together, remember me… cause I wont be eating like this with you again until you see what I have taught about, come to life.” (jimmy forde paraphrase)
Whamo, simple ingredients that most of us have in our kitchen, are now sacred. Their sacredness doesn’t come from what they do, or even what they become when combined. They become sacred when WE choose to remember!
So really its not the ingredients at all. It is us. It doesn’t matter if we are in the temple, a church, a house, or Goddards Flippen Burgers. The act of remembering Christ when we eat together, is Sacred.
A week ago Sunday we had friends over, we had pasta, salad (with a wide variety of Ranch dressings) wine (clear, and dark) and laughed and talked and shared life. We had community… we had communion. You see our connection exists because of Christ. Our shared acquaintances, and historical similarities are because of Him. Was our meal somber, no it was a celebration of new friendship. Was Christ honoured and remembered? Absolutely! A meal amongst friends becomes sacred.
Because of that remembering the simple act of Bread and Wine, has become a display of ceremonial pageantry… taking an act that is only sacred if the individual is in the correct spirit… and making the act itself sacred! And that is where my frustration has set in. A request among friends, a small act of remembrance, and now we have distorted its value. By assigning value to the wrong aspects, we have done the same thing the early church did… they had some rush in early and stuff themselves on this communal meal, even got drunk on the wine. They left none for others. In our churches today, we do the same thing. We have taken this very personal act of remembrance, and made it all about the form of how. Our pride and arrogance, has in essence made us drunk gluttons of Christ’s suffering.
Now for the irony. We are the ones who are warned. The ones who say they follow Christ, are the ones who need to check themselves. We need a right heart, it is Our condemnation we are eating… But like the early church, we have interpreted what has been said as applying to everyone else.
Take the opportunity to make as many meals as possible sacred. His body and blood are not a Sunday specific type thing to remember!