I take my seat – four pews from the front of the church. I can hear and see clearly.
At the end of the center aisle, just beneath the pulpit is a beautiful oak table. On the face of the table are carved the words “In Remembrance of Me.” On top of the table, a large, leather bound Bible sits open, flanked by candles.
Do what in remembrance of Me? Read the book? Light the candles?
Certainly, the book helps me understand who Jesus is and I need that. Perhaps the candles are meant to remind me that Jesus is the light of the world. I’m not sure though and anyway, they aren’t lit.
I’m sure something’s missing. I know the table should hold a full cup and a plate with a loaf of bread. It’s Sunday morning, and I realize I want these things.
It’s not that I don’t love the Bible, I do. It’s just that I’m sure that at the center of our faith is a table. Such an odd item, isn’t it? A table with a cup and a loaf of bread.
A table that says; we are one people, joined together in communion with one incarnate, crucified and resurrected Christ. A table that welcomes; the old, the young, the white, the black, the Asian, the man, the woman – all who would come, eat and drink. A table that says to the orphan, the outcast, the spiritual stepchild; you are Mine now. You belong to Me.
Ah, the essence of restoration!
Instead, there’s an open Bible.
I do love the Bible. I find in the Scriptures, the Jesus who I love. I also find myself and my neighbor. I am challenged, encouraged, informed, and sometimes transformed.
Still, my heart yearns for the cup and the bread. For the purpose of all that was recorded in that open Bible.
What’s on your communion table?