I have been attending Baptist churches since I was a young child and
today I had an experience during worship that I have never encountered
before. Now I know that we attend church
to have those “never before” experiences with the Lord’s people and His presence
but this one really was a surprise of a different kind.
For us, Baptist, the Lord’s
Supper (Communion) is where we create a living picture through action which
reminds us of the Lord Jesus’ sacrificial death. The elements bread and wine (grape juice for Baptist since prohibition)
represent his body and his shed blood as he died for our sin. It
conveys no special grace or spiritual endowment but serves as a reminder of what the Lord
has done for us. It can and should be a spiritually rewarding experience.
Now while the meaning of the
Lord’s Supper has not changed over the centuries among Baptist the means
whereby we observe it certainly has evolved. In the early days Baptist were
literalist in the way we observed the Lord’s Supper. Baptist in past centuries
would literally take a loaf of unleavened bread, break off a piece and pass it
around the group where the rest of the congregants could break off their own
piece of bread. For centuries this was the way we did it. However, eventually
we did start precrumbling the bread and offering it in small bite size pieces
to make sure there was enough to go around.
I think the use of individual
cups prevailed because the non-dippers (snuff) and non tobacco chewers of the
1800's just got tired of the tobacco juice being left behind in the wine and on
the cup. So in my mind while the single cup appeals to me spiritually, the use
of individual cups gets my attention hygienically.
I was OK with the change in
the way we accessed the bread that represents the body of Christ and the wine
that represents His shed blood because it didn’t change my focus during the
ceremony on the meaning of that in which we are engaged . . . the Lord’s Supper
as He instituted it. I was still able to focus on the ordinance, its meaning and my spiritual condition at the time without beiing distracted by the containers that delivered he elements to me.
Then we began to observe the
ordinance and I discovered several problems. First, my wife could not get her
container opened so while the pastor spoke I was busy trying to open the little
sealed up cup so we could eat the styrofoam wafer and drink the BHT laced grape juice. I'm not even sure the wafer was bread . . . it seemed to me to be more like a thin rice cake or a slice of the little filler under the cap of a bottle of Alka-Selcer. Then we went through
the same battle with the grape juice. To tell you the truth I thought I was opening my ketchup at Burger King.
I think I am going to relegate these things to
“nice try” but no thanks. I’ll just stick with either of the old fashioned ways
of observing the Lord’s Supper mentioned above.
Sometimes, the way we used to
do it is the best way.
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