We lived in Milwaukie, just south of Portland, long
before it all became one big city. My
grandparents, her parents, lived in Forest Grove and we would visit them
occasionally on a Sunday. There were no
freeways. We had to go through Sellwood,
Tigard, Beaverton, and Hillsboro and it took a while so we needed to get away
as early as possible. Mom and Dad had
responsibilities during Sunday School so we had to wait until church time to
leave. But we never left before
communion. We had an outstanding
preacher and they hated to miss his sermons, but they did. However, they would not leave before taking
communion.
They never explained to us kids why they did this. It was years later as I studied the
significance of the Lord’s Supper that this memory surfaced and I began to
understand their action. As a child I
did not understand a lot of it but their actions impressed upon me the idea
that there was something very important about the Lord’s Supper. They could miss a good sermon, but they would
not miss taking communion.
My mother and father’s action demonstrated a faith in
keeping with those of the earliest disciples that we read about in Acts 2:42, “they continued steadfastly in the apostles
teaching, the fellowship, the breaking of bread and the prayers.” And also the words of Heb 10: “Having boldness to enter the Holiest by the
blood of Jesus, by a new and living way which he consecrated for us, through
the veil, that is, his flesh, … let us draw near with a true heart, in full
assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience and our
bodies washed with pure water. Let us
hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering … And let us consider one
another in order to stir up love and good works, not forsaking the assembling
of ourselves together, as is the manner of some, and so much the more as you
see the Day approaching.”
I am thankful for her, and my father’s, faithful
example.