Entering the sanctuary I see the silvery containers at the front of the church and know they hold bread and juice. It is the day to partake in Holy Communion.
My church background did not provided this sacrament each Sunday as in some denominations. Different churches have different ways. Whatever the tradition, the observance is heavy with meaning. And the remembering.
Do this in remembrance. Remembering. Ann Voskamp calls it re-membering. Living in the chaos of this world sometimes pulls me apart. I feel stretched to the limit. I can get lost and undone. When I come back to what is important, I am re-membered.
To pause within the fellowship of believers and remember Christ’s death, His sacrifice for my sins, somehow makes the pieces fit together again, let’s my soul catch up with my whirling mind and sets my heart on the path of truth again.
I am not my own. I have been bought with a high price. Through Jesus Christ I am His beloved. I have been chosen and adopted. In God’s sight I am holy and blameless. It is the gift of righteousness by grace. Lavish grace. Undeserved grace. Amazing grace.
We eat the bread, we drink the cup. We taste it and remember the Lord’s death. We remember His life, His resurrection, and His promise of abundant living for us His children.
This is the season to remember.
Tomorrow is the full moon. It reminds me that the celebration of Passover is a month away.
I know. It’s confusing. Why is Easter this next Sunday and Passover is four weeks later?
For some reason I have not been able to wrap my mind around the holiday of Easter this year. Perhaps it is because the Passover Feast has become such an integral part of my celebration of Jesus death, burial and resurrection. And to find out that they are so far apart this year has left me a little unsettled.
The two cannot be separated no matter who decides what to put on the calendar.
Passover was instituted by God as He drew a picture of the coming promise. Abraham prophesied that God would provide for Himself a lamb. And it was through the yearly celebration of the Passover that Jewish families remembered how God delivered them from slavery through the blood of a lamb.
Clearly God was trying to show them something, something to come, Someone to come.
The world plans for Easter with bunnies and colored eggs and spring fashions. Candy selections catch the eye at the grocery stores, reminding us to fill those baskets. I have nothing against rabbits or eggs, and I sure do like candy.
But please, let us remember what really happened and the reason for our celebration.
The last supper Jesus ate with His disciples was the Passover meal. It was there He instituted what we call the Lord’s Supper where we commemorate His body and His blood.
He told us to remember.
The day called Easter and the Feast of Passover go together. One comes before the other. One tells the story. One fulfills the promise.
Let’s remember what it is about.