Serving Communion…Take One

A couple of weeks ago during our Saturday evening worship service I had the privilege of serving communion along with my handsome fella for the first time, ever. Oh sure, I’ve passed the plate on to the person next to me or even stood up to take it further down the pew and hand it off to someone I couldn’t reach in a seated position, but I’ve never gotten to be a part of the team assigned to actually serve communion during the worship service.

My fella has been chomping at the bit for me to share my experience on here. I actually think he’s been chomping at the bit to post it on his Facebook timeline and didn’t want to steal my thunder. Or maybe he wants me to post about it because this is the place I process my thoughts best and he will know what it actually meant to me. :)

I have to tell you I was so excited to get that opportunity for the first time. It may not sound like much, but to me it was an opportunity to be a part of helping others commune with Jesus. It was an opportunity to take part in a tangible way in bringing others into a place of remembrance of the One this whole thing is all about. It was a place of service that honors the sacrifice of the Son of God that was made for ALL of us. And not just the sacrifice Jesus made, but, really, the one God and Holy Spirit made. The more I learn about that Threesome, the more I realize they can’t be separated and what affected one, affected the other. I believe that includes the one we, unfortunately, often forget to mention, Holy Spirit.

So, how did it go? What was it like to serve communion for the first time? Was it as wonderful as I imagined?

What if I told you there was a bit of disappointment in it for me? What if I told you it wasn’t as much “fun” as I imagined it would be? I love to serve. It’s really part of my DNA. I was taught from a young age in my spiritual journey to be a servant. We sang “make me a servant, Lord make me like you” more times than I could count and I really meant it when I sang it. So why would this have had even a hint of disappointment for me? Why would serving others communion be the least bit disappointing?

Well…

Have you ever been so focused on doing something right that you missed the joy in actually doing it at all? Have you ever been so focused on YOU that you couldn’t really see THEM? Have you ever been so caught up in performance that you missed the bigger picture? Have you ever taken your eyes off of Him right in the middle of serving Him? Uh, well, that is what happened to me. Unfortunately, that is what happens to me more often than I’d like to admit, but sometimes it pays to be a bit real and tell you I DON’T have this thing all together…by a long shot!

My handsome fella wasn’t focused on himself during this act of service. He was actually taking in the whole thing and treasuring every minute of it, including the song being played by the worship team. He was enjoying serving and watching me do something I’d always wanted to do. He was savoring the chance to get to serve communion along with his wife. I was busy making sure I passed the plates down the right aisles without dropping them in someone’s lap or bouncing them noisily off the floor. I was busy making sure I didn’t make a mistake! I even forgot to grab my cracker and juice so that I could join in the communion once everyone was served. Thankfully I did remember that in time!

Everyone was served. Everyone was given the opportunity to commune with Jesus and thank him for his sacrifice. Everyone was given a chance to remember. I got in the way of myself, but fortunately not in the way of anyone else that day. I didn’t get in the way of what God wanted to give my handsome fella in that moment. Thankfully, God can work thru me even when I’m in the way.

I get another chance to serve communion in a few weeks. Next time I plan to keep my eyes on Him!

Oh…and do you take part in communion at your church? Do you pass the plate? What if you began to look at that differently? What if it is more than just handing the tray down the row? What if THAT is your chance to share communion with the person sitting right next to you? What if THAT is your chance to be a part of them communing with Him? What if you don’t have to be on a team to participate in sharing His body and blood with just one other person?

And the song? I don’t think my fella will ever forget…

Calm down MY Child!

How do you react when you think you are right and someone else is wrong? What do you do when you don’t like the rules? Do you act differently if it is someone else being affected negatively? What if your rules conflict with someone else’s rules? Do you stop to consider there may be two sides to every list of rules? Do you stop to consider all sides or just barrel your way thru everyone in your way?

I have to confess that most of my life I’ve believed that rules are made to be broken. I don’t like dumb rules. I don’t like rules that don’t make sense. I especially don’t like inconsistent rules that are arbitrarily enforced. I don’t care for rule makers who work the situation to their benefit and bend the rules or manipulate the circumstances to make the rules work for them but no one else. I can get really worked up….and that was before I became a mom!

And then God steps in with a clear message…

“Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; Do not fret – it only causes harm.” – Psalm 37:8

And this song…

A Walk to Think or Thank or Clap Along

Tonight I decided a long walk might do me good. I thought I’d share a few of the things I decided to be thankful for while I was walking alone in the dark.

  • The world is round so I don’t have to worry that I will fall off and leave a mark no matter how far I walk.
  • I live in a time and place where I can download Happy on my smart phone while walking down the sidewalk.
  • I have the choice to listen to happy songs or sad songs, fast songs or slow songs with the push of a button.
  • There are no laws against eating breakfast for dinner.
  • School is back in session and I am free for breakfast and lunch plans with friends.
  • I have the freedom to talk about God and His ways anywhere I want without fear and have friends who enjoy those conversations.
  • God has given me the freedom to choose what kinds of seed I will sew in this life.
  • I didn’t trip while texting and walking.
  • Homework is not going to last until after midnight tonight.
  • I have a hot water heater, running water and bubbles

Refer to #10 above if you wonder why this post ended so abruptly.