This morning on the way to work I played a CD I made with a bunch of worship songs on it I like. It’s hard going without and Ipod or MP3 player, but I manage. Anyway, right after I passed the big guns on 95, Third Day’s “Communion” came on, and while I usually bellow along with whatever is playing, this time I just listened to the words.

This is the body
This is the blood
Broken and poured out
For all of us…

And I thought about what had been going through my head last weekend when we took communion. I could actually remember it. All I could think about was that I was hungry and we were going to get some dinner after church.

To add to that, since David is no longer in kindergarten, he comes to “big church” with Jenny and I. That same night, we decided not to allow him to partake, not until he really understands what it means, and what he’s doing.

And this morning I thought about whether or not I understand what it means.

This is something Jesus tells us to do, and why to do it.

Do this in remembrance of me.

Is that why I do it? Or do I do it because it’s part of the church service, like the sermon? Obviously, last weekend, my head and my heart were both somewhere other than the sanctuary.

Do this in remembrance of me.

Remember me, standing in an olive orchard and facing a squad of soldiers and a traitor.

Remember me, chained to a post and whipped to shreds.

Remember me, sentenced to a death that’s supposed to be yours.

Remember me, nailed to rough wood with my arms outstretched.

Remember me, dying on a lonely hill.

Remember me, loving you so much I would not do it any other way.

Remember me.

I don’t know what it’s like for you, but for me it’s so easy to speed through church just like I do through work sometimes. I allow myself to forget why I go in the first place. It becomes almost like a job, rather than an act of worship, and a place to fellowship.

I set out the communion elements. I gather them up, and deposit the offering in the safe.

But why am I doing it?

This morning was a wakeup call.

Do this in remembrance of me.

Lord, forgive me my complacency. Help me to remember you when I set out the elements, when I consume them, and when I gather up what remains. Help me to do this in remembrance of you, from whom all blessings flow.

Author: twilk68

God has changed my life, and changed me. It's that simple. I will ever be grateful, and if I live to be...well, OLD, I will never tire of telling people about the work done in my life, and what can be done in theirs, should they trust God with their innermost everything...

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