By Corinne Hayes
For more than fifty-six years, I have rarely missed the opportunity to gather with other followers of Jesus. After all of these years, despite many ups and downs and imperfections in myself and others; I still look forward to Sunday morning! I love coming together as brothers and sisters sharing our joys, hurts, and burdens. I love working together with others to dream of ways to touch lives with His love and then make those dreams realities. Most of all, I love joining with others to take a breath and be still before the Lord; to declare Him worthy; and to thank Him for who He is and all He does. But the best moment of all on Sunday morning is what we call Communion.
Recently, Jimmy shared a message at church about taking communion together as part of the Body of Christ. He showed from scripture that in the early days of Christianity, communion was actually a shared meal, a Love Feast. That Love Feast never gets old. It is refreshing every time I break the bread, pause, and thank the Lover of my soul. I thank Him for breaking His body to bring healing to mine... spirit, soul and body. It is a moment that cannot be rushed. It is a time to close my eyes, forget everything else and reflect on His love and that love helps me find the ability to love the unloved and unloveable. Yes, Jesus' body was broken to bring the health that I need to live life.
But it doesn't stop there! He didn't meet only my physical needs and enable me to have relationship with others here in life. He did so much more! He spilled His blood. That blood that allows me to draw near to God, my Creator and Father. When I drink the cup of remembrance, I am so grateful for that blood. Without it, I would never have encountered true and perfect love. Through it, I have realized what it is like to be loved without reserve, without condemnation. My Father loves me! My Father IS love! What a reason to celebrate. Come taste it for yourself.