Communion

A chunk of bread from the market, mugs filled with grape juice. The remembering, the communion meal at the table of the King.

My teammate pointed it out right there in Luke, as we spread a rug on the floor on Easter Sunday and read the familiar words of this journey to the cross in chapters 22 to 24. Jesus longed to share the Passover meal, to break bread and pass the cup with his friends, his disciples. This is the last time for awhile, he told them. This is a picture of My body broken, my blood shed. Do this again in remembrance of me.

The ultimate feast is yet to come, and Jesus was longing for that day too. He was submitting to death, to the hour when darkness would reign and He would bear a world of hurt and sin on his shoulders. He submitted to the Father’s will like a lamb submits to the hand of the master shepherd. But He was looking ahead to the victory, the crowning, the ultimate consummation of the Kingdom.

My thoughts were on the Lamb yesterday as we broke apart the hunk of bread and lingered over the cup. His submission and my response. His longing for the wedding feast, the desires in my heart that seek to choke out, make me forget that One desire. I so desperately want many things, to see dreams fulfilled and memories made, to be valuable and accepted and understood. I am too often like the disciples at that meal, as they reclined at the table and plotted betrayal and argued over who was number 1.

Do we miss it all, like they did? When we pass the plates with little cups, little crackers, do we rush through the tradition instead of lingering with longing for what is to come? When we dip the bread in the wine, do we get caught up in our good plans and programs and miss out on why we share this meal?

I don’t want to miss it anymore. I don’t want to rush. I want to linger, to be filled anew with a desire to share in the wedding feast of the Lamb with brothers and sisters from every tribe, tongue and nation. I want to love, to be love to the people around me as I submit to the Father’s will, understanding just a tiny bit what that means in light of Jesus’ ultimate submission, His longing for the Kingdom feast.

1 John 3:16 This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers and sisters.

Revelation 19:6-8 Then I heard what sounded like a great multitude, like the roar of rushing waters and like loud peals of thunder, shouting:
“Hallelujah!
For our Lord God Almighty reigns.
Let us rejoice and be glad
and give him glory!
For the wedding of the Lamb has come,
and his bride has made herself ready.
Fine linen, bright and clean,
was given her to wear.”

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