“This bread is my body,” He says as He breaks the bread.
And you thought it was a ritual. You thought it was just an observance. You thought it was a memorial to something which was done back then. You thought it was a re-
enactment of a meal He had with them.
It is so much more.
It is a meal He has with you.
It was intended to be an I-can’t-believe-it’s- me-pinch-me-I’m-dreaming invitation to sit at God’s table and be served by the King Himself.
And at the Supper, Jesus is not a guest, but the Host. At the Supper, Jesus is not the served, but the Servant. It is Jesus who, during the Supper, put on the garb of a
servant and washed the disciples’ feet.
Often we think of the Supper as a performance, a time when we are on stage and God is in the audience. A ceremony in which we do the work and He does the watching.
That’s not how it was intended. If it was, Jesus would have taken His seat at the table and relaxed.
That’s not what He did. He fulfilled His role as a servant by washing their feet. And He fulfilled His role as a Saviour by granting them forgiveness of sins.
He was in charge. He was on centre stage. He was the Person behind and in the moment.
It is a holy invitation. A sacred Sacrament bidding you to leave the chores of life and enter His splendour.
He meets you at the Table.
And when the bread is broken, Christ breaks it. When the wine is poured, Christ pours it. And when your burdens are lifted, it is because the King in the apron has drawn
near.
One last thought:
What happens on earth at the Table is just a warm-up for what will happen in heaven. So next time the messenger calls you to the Table, drop what you are doing and go.
Most importantly, be sure you’re still eating at His Table when He calls you Home.
Adapted from Max Lucado’s And the Angels Were Silent
And you thought it was a ritual. You thought it was just an observance. You thought it was a memorial to something which was done back then. You thought it was a re-
enactment of a meal He had with them.
It is so much more.
It is a meal He has with you.
It was intended to be an I-can’t-believe-it’s- me-pinch-me-I’m-dreaming invitation to sit at God’s table and be served by the King Himself.
And at the Supper, Jesus is not a guest, but the Host. At the Supper, Jesus is not the served, but the Servant. It is Jesus who, during the Supper, put on the garb of a
servant and washed the disciples’ feet.
Often we think of the Supper as a performance, a time when we are on stage and God is in the audience. A ceremony in which we do the work and He does the watching.
That’s not how it was intended. If it was, Jesus would have taken His seat at the table and relaxed.
That’s not what He did. He fulfilled His role as a servant by washing their feet. And He fulfilled His role as a Saviour by granting them forgiveness of sins.
He was in charge. He was on centre stage. He was the Person behind and in the moment.
It is a holy invitation. A sacred Sacrament bidding you to leave the chores of life and enter His splendour.
He meets you at the Table.
And when the bread is broken, Christ breaks it. When the wine is poured, Christ pours it. And when your burdens are lifted, it is because the King in the apron has drawn
near.
One last thought:
What happens on earth at the Table is just a warm-up for what will happen in heaven. So next time the messenger calls you to the Table, drop what you are doing and go.
Most importantly, be sure you’re still eating at His Table when He calls you Home.
Adapted from Max Lucado’s And the Angels Were Silent
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| MAX LUCADO ON THE LORD'S SUPPER received from Pastor Don Baron |
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