Our church does communion every Sunday and it is beautiful. The lining up. The singing. The reminder of Jesus' death on our behalf. The words uttered by the servers. The dipping of the bread and the very physical reminder that I have been saved and made righteous.
P and I serve on the communion team. On the Sundays that we are scheduled, we stand at the front and serve the bread and the wine. Lately, as I look into the eyes of each person and say the words "the blood of Christ shed for you", it makes me cry. Jesus died for him. And for her. I must be getting soft in my old age. But, I also think that of all the meals that you can share with someone, communion is the most meaningful. It has eternal value. And it is an act of corporate worship. Jesus died for us. We are remembering together.
