We all know that Jesus said these words. Communion is all about remembering. Last Sunday we celebrated Communion for the first time since the fire. I'm sure we'll have a lot of firsts. Communion was the same as always, and it was different. It was the same, because we remembered Jesus' sacrifice on the Cross. We ate the bread and drank the juice. We had the same linen napkins, because someone brought them home to wash last month. It was different, because we used a different communion set (thanks to the Second Congregational Church and Gove Hill). Most of all, we were in a different place.
I'm not sure if other followers of Jesus remember specific instances of celebrating communion. I have a handful of times that I remember, and last Sunday will be of them. It was a little sad. I went to reach for the goblet and realized that I would have to raise a small cup instead. It just wasn't the same. And it hit me. We've lost our church building. We didn't cause it to happen though. Jesus, on the other hand, made a choice to give His life for us. He lost His life, so we could have life. I'm a little sad, but more than that, I'm so thankful for Jesus.
This is written by Kathleen Blackey, follower of Jesus and co-pastor at First Baptist Church.