Some of the most sacred memories I have are around the celebration of Holy Communion. There is one experience in particular that sticks out in my mind. When I was a freshman in college I was part of a church plant. We met in the evenings in the basement of a church. One particular evening I came in to find the communion table set before us in the middle of the room. When it came time to celebrate - we were invited to come to the table and do a number of things. First, we were invited to come and kneel at the table for a time of prayer. During that time, we were to write a confession of our sin on a paper table cloth and then leave that sin there - not to pick it up again. Next we were to look across the table to the person kneeling and pray for them - it didn't matter if we knew them or not, we simply prayed. Then we partook of the body and blood of Christ.
There was nothing magical about that communion meal - but it invited me to think about the celebration of the sacrament of communion in a new way, ultimately reminding me of Christ's sacrifice, not just for me but for the person across the table from me as well.
What experience of celebrating Holy Communion has deeply moved you?
(Repost of 1 Cor 11: 17-34 Living Our Beliefs: Holy Communion from 05/2016)
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