Too old for Communion
Matthew 26:26-30
While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is my body." Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will never again drink of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom." When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.
My youngest daughter once asked me why she couldn't have the bread and the wine during communion. Rather than try to explain something which doesn't make any sense to me, either, I just told her that soon she will be old enough to participate.
Isn't it interesting that we want the communicant to be old enough to understand the sacrament, and yet we don't understand it ourselves. Who can really say that they understand this mystery? Better still, who can explain it to someone who knows nothing about it? Whose heart is truly prepared to receive God's grace, when it is God's grace which blasts through the hardness of our hearts and heals us from the devastation of daily sin. I daresay that my daughter has a better understanding of God's grace than I do because her faith is simple and direct. Jesus commands us to allow the children to come to Him, and yet we hold them back because they do not understand or are too young to take it sincerely and with reverence. As for sincerity, who shall read the lie detector readings as we trudge our way toward the chancel? As for reverence, what thoughts flit across our internal screen as we eat and drink the body and blood of our Lord?
A wise man reminded me that we do not require understanding when we baptize infants, although there are many denominations which require a child to be cognizant of the meaning of their salvation. Having grown up as a Baptist, I can tell you that although I accepted Christ when I was eleven, I rejected Him shortly thereafter. So much for comprehension and free will.
Somewhere between mindless ritual and qualification testing we find the truth of that horrible and wonderful night in which our Lord was betrayed. Imagine the deadly silence which must have permeated the upper room as Jesus gave His body and His blood to His inner circle. Imagine their thoughts as they realized what He was offering. Did they truly understand that this was more than symbolism? Perhaps not in that moment, but later that evening the impact of their last meal together must have begun to sink in, as Judas betrayed his beloved Master. Then, the real meaning of eating the body and drinking the blood of our Lord became a nightmare as His frightened disciples watched Him die on the cross. Perhaps they were thinking, "We killed Him. Our Lord that we love, we killed Him. We ate His body. We drank His blood."
Is this too much for a little girl to understand? You betcha! It is too much for her dad as well.
While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, "Take, eat; this is my body." Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, "Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will never again drink of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom." When they had sung the hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives.
My youngest daughter once asked me why she couldn't have the bread and the wine during communion. Rather than try to explain something which doesn't make any sense to me, either, I just told her that soon she will be old enough to participate.
Isn't it interesting that we want the communicant to be old enough to understand the sacrament, and yet we don't understand it ourselves. Who can really say that they understand this mystery? Better still, who can explain it to someone who knows nothing about it? Whose heart is truly prepared to receive God's grace, when it is God's grace which blasts through the hardness of our hearts and heals us from the devastation of daily sin. I daresay that my daughter has a better understanding of God's grace than I do because her faith is simple and direct. Jesus commands us to allow the children to come to Him, and yet we hold them back because they do not understand or are too young to take it sincerely and with reverence. As for sincerity, who shall read the lie detector readings as we trudge our way toward the chancel? As for reverence, what thoughts flit across our internal screen as we eat and drink the body and blood of our Lord?
A wise man reminded me that we do not require understanding when we baptize infants, although there are many denominations which require a child to be cognizant of the meaning of their salvation. Having grown up as a Baptist, I can tell you that although I accepted Christ when I was eleven, I rejected Him shortly thereafter. So much for comprehension and free will.
Somewhere between mindless ritual and qualification testing we find the truth of that horrible and wonderful night in which our Lord was betrayed. Imagine the deadly silence which must have permeated the upper room as Jesus gave His body and His blood to His inner circle. Imagine their thoughts as they realized what He was offering. Did they truly understand that this was more than symbolism? Perhaps not in that moment, but later that evening the impact of their last meal together must have begun to sink in, as Judas betrayed his beloved Master. Then, the real meaning of eating the body and drinking the blood of our Lord became a nightmare as His frightened disciples watched Him die on the cross. Perhaps they were thinking, "We killed Him. Our Lord that we love, we killed Him. We ate His body. We drank His blood."
Is this too much for a little girl to understand? You betcha! It is too much for her dad as well.
