Rituals That Honor Our Love
A Restful Musing
23 For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; 24 and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” 25 In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.”
26 For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.
I am a firm believer in ritual. Maybe it is the contemplative in me. Maybe it is my personality. Whatever it is, I crave what could be considered mundane to some in order to focus. The solemn order of rituals help me focus on that which I find noteworthy. Spontaneity isn’t everything party people.
I have been considering the Communion Table for many months and the love that it points to. Indeed, I have been thinking about other rituals in my life that I knowingly and unknowingly engage in. What do these rituals tell me about the objects of my affections? What do these rituals tell me about what I am willing to give up? At any rate, in Communion, Jesus beckons us to draw near. He doesn’t manipulate, but instead asks us to institute a ritual of remembrance and love. I am taking a deep breath this morning as I enter a new week, and remembering a love that honored completely and invites me to do the same.
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