communion

I think tonight at church was the most meaningful communion for me that I have ever taken part in.  It has always been a struggle for me to break this sacrament out of ritual, even with using better tasting bread and dipping it in juice rather than using those gold plates and tiny plastic cups I used to stick my tongue in growing up.  I don’t really know why…I’ve always taken it seriously and its always been a special thing for me.  I guess tonight was just the first time I kind of put all of the pieces together.  I stood there and I thought about the beautiful mystery of the Holy Spirit indwelling us.  God actually lives inside of me!  It is His life that is taking root and working itself out of my body of death, making me new.  I realized again that any good that comes from me is straight from His Spirit inside me.  It humbled me and gave me great courage.  As I chewed the bread, I pondered the unity of Christ in me, the vine and the branch.  I felt the depth of my neediness and marveled at the significant weight of a soaked pinch of bread.  What an endlessly special symbol Jesus has left us to feast on until His return.