Last night I went to my first First Wednesday service at my new church. It’s an hour of worship, prayer and communion. I was meeting a few ladies there from the group I joined. The group isn’t scheduled to kick off until next Wednesday. I don’t know any of these ladies well yet. I’ve only spoken to them briefly. However, it was still a nice feeling to be meeting other folks I kind of sort of knew. I’m glad faces are beginning to look familiar at my new church.
As I walked into the service, one of the greeters handed me what looked like a small plastic individual coffee creamer container. But instead of creamer, it held grape juice for communion. Very clever, I thought, I wonder where the bread will be?
I took a seat next to one of the community group leaders, Beth. When we neared the time in the service for communion, I was still a little confused at where the bread was. Then, I watched Beth carefully open her lid. And, tucked between the lid layers was a thin wafer.
Well how cool is that?!
I pulled back the plastic on my lid and watched my wafer slide off my grape juice container and hit my leg. Like a slow-moving car wreck, I then watched it hit the floor by my feet.
Well, Lord, I thought. Regardless of how clean and perfect You are…I’m not eating that. I looked at the floor. Beth looked at the floor. We looked at each other and smiled. Without missing a beat, Beth took her wafer, broke it in two and offered me half. We both let out a couple of quiet chuckles and bowed our heads.
This Body which was broken for you. Do this in remembrance of Me.
As I sat there smiling last night at my smooth communion taking skills, I realized how “perfect” the moment was. The semi-stranger sitting next to me, she stepped up and helped me. What a beautiful illustration of what being the hands and feet for others along the path looks like.
I put the wafer in my mouth.
Thank you, Lord, that You are constantly pointing us to Yourself. You took a wafer on a dirty floor and turned it into an opportunity of Love.