Sun 6/12 Communion

When we  arrived at church today we were asked to help serve communion. This is completely out of my comfort zone! I was so glad I had actually taken the time to fix my hair and put on makeup - otherwise I would have tried to weasel out of it.  As it was, I was already trying to think of a reason why I couldn't do it - or what female I could get to do it in my place. How bad would that look if Victor was up there with another woman instead of me? Really? Not too bad right?  Maybe I hurt my foot and couldn't stand that long? I don't really like being in front of an audience. Yes, shocking, I know.

Have you ever served communion? It affects you. Typically our church either passes plates down the aisle or sets them up in the back and you serve yourself. 

Today, we were at the front of the congregation and people came up to be served. I had the bread so I had to say, "The body of Christ, which was broken for you." to everyone who came to take communion.

It was so powerful to look into the eyes of each person in line knowing that Christ died for this person and this person and that person and this child.  It was impossible not to think about the sacrifice that was made on our behalf. It was impossible not to want each person to feel the weight of the sacrifice as much as I did at that moment.  As I looked into people's eyes and told them, it choked me up.



"And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me" Luke 22:19


I am glad Victor said we would do it.