Today, I did something that Jesus can’t do.
I took communion.
Maybe “can’t” is the wrong word. Saying Jesus “can’t” do something is like the trick philosophical question people often ask: “If God can do anything, can he make a rock big enough that he can’t lift?” It begs the question.
But as I held the tiny cracker in my left hand and bumped it against the tiny cup in my right hand, I remembered what Jesus said that night that he ate with his disciples for the last time.
He had just been betrayed, and he knew what was coming. He knew He would die and rise again and return to heaven. Already he was imagining his disciples looking for him, waiting for him. Already he thought of us, day after day, year after year, anticipating his return.
And so He took the bread and he took the cup, and He blessed it and ate and drank that redemption meal for the last time.
Until he eats and drinks with us, that is.
While they were eating, Jesus took some bread, and after a blessing, He broke it and gave it to the disciples, and said, “Take, eat; this is My body.” And when He had taken a cup and given 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 forgiveness of sins. But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom. Matthew 26:26-29
We eat to remind ourselves that Jesus is coming again.
He doesn’t eat as he waits with us for the day when we will all eat together.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus. Maranatha!
A Prayer for the Fourth Sunday of Advent, from the Book of Common Prayer
Purify our conscience, Almighty God, by your daily visitation, that your Son Jesus Christ, at his coming, may find in us a mansion prepared for himself; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever.
Today’s Bible Reading
Another Advent Link . . .
Mark Roberts’ Where Is God’s Unfailing Love?
My apologies for those who stopped by the past two days to find the darkness and quietness in this space. It happens about this time every year. My good intentions and unrealistic expectations meet up with the hectic pace of the season, and I find myself too tired even to sit here at this keyboard. Hopefully, I have things in order sufficiently to meet you here daily through Christmas Eve.
We all need a break from the computer on Christmas Day.