1 Corinthians
10:14-21
Last
Sunday Ron described a significant communion service he attended at one of the
Selly Oak colleges in Birmingham, England.
It started me thinking of some memorable services Frances and I have
attended in England and other places. I
remember the first time that I experienced a one cup communion. My first thought was that this could not happen
in our germ conscious culture. A very
meaningful service we experienced was in the Church of England Cathedral in
down town Birmingham. The action of
going to the altar, having the officiant hand the elements to me and say, “the
body of Christ for you,” and “the blood of Christ for you,” left an indelible
impression on me.
Frances
found a communion service in the Lutheran Church of Madison, Wisconsin
especially memorable, not because we went to the altar. That was different than our usual Christian
Church experience, to be sure, but what was really different, and in her case
unexpected, was that the cup contained wine and not grape juice. For one who had never tasted wine that was
memorable.
Two unforgettable
services we were in occurred overseas on tours to the Holy Land. One was sitting on stones in the ruins of
ancient Corinth within a few feet of where the Apostle Paul had stood before
Gallio, the proconsul of Achaia, who refused to act on the complaint against Paul
by Jews who opposed him. There we
listened to a reading about the Lord’s Supper from Paul’s letter to the
Corinthians.
The
second was in Jerusalem in what is called the Garden Tomb. In a beautiful garden setting there is a tomb
cut out of the rock wall with a huge round stone rolled away from the
opening. Although it is not the actual
tomb of Jesus it evokes feelings of majesty and mystery and helps one more
easily recall the miraculous event that took place 2000 years ago. It is a memorable experience to sing, hear
the scriptures and share in communion there.
These
and others have all been memorable. But
one that I had was not just memorable.
It was life-changing. After one
ordinary service in the chapel of Phillips Graduate school in Enid, Okla. I
would no longer take communion in the same way.
I learned as a teenager in the Milwaukie Christian Church that the
reason we had the Lord’s Supper weekly was because we wanted to be a New
Testament Church; we wanted to restore the essential faith and practice of the
New Testament church. The original
church had the Lord’s Supper weekly and so should we. I still believe that. However, it did not occur to me to ask a more
significant question: why did the early church do it every week? Then, in seminary, I chose to write a term
paper on 1 Cor 10:14-22. All of my
research, my struggle with the meaning of the text over many weeks came
together at the end of the semester when I attended that chapel service. The
key word in the text is Koinonia, a Greek word translated variously as
fellowship, sharing, communion, or participation. Paul uses it here to express the deepest
spiritual relationship between Christians and Christ and with one another. Here, in the Lord’s Supper, we share in the
blood of Christ, we share in the body of Christ. Here we participate with Christ in his
sacrifice and we participate with one another in Christ. Here we meet Jesus Christ and renew our vow
allegiance to him.
Whether
it is here or in some far off exotic location, in a small plain building or a
magnificent Cathedral, with long-time friends or among people you hardly know,
whether the liturgy is simple, like ours, or laden with tradition and
complexity, every time we partake, the meaning is the same. We are here to meet Christ, to share in his
sacrifice, to renew our loyalty to him, and to do it together with fellow
Christians.
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