We call it communion, communion with Jesus, and communion
with other believers. We get to share the cup and the bread together,
remembering Jesus’ sacrifice for us and celebrating the fact that we are the
body of Christ here on earth now. Jesus
Himself told us to do it in remembrance of Him.
When I was a new believer I didn’t know much about this
formal
food was concerned, our whole family liked black beans and rice so much that our kids referred to them as “real food” (as opposed to the fake stuff served in the US of A). As far as communion with the Lord went, we feasted on having Him direct us and seeing Him heal and turn people around.
In Psalm 16:5, David says, “Lord, you have assigned me my
portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure.” Talk about secure! He has assigned
me my portions of physical food even when it didn’t look like there could be any. (Remind me
to tell you about the time when I fed a houseful of hungry teenagers with a
papaya, a day-old baguette and half a pound of cheese). And He’s still
available to talk whenever I cut out of the demands on my life and sit down to
have a chat with Him.
A loaf of bread, a jug of wine—and Thou.
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