Too many interesting things happen in the churches around here. But why would that not be so, when the church comprises human beings, and human beings are interesting creatures?
I visited a church two weeks ago. It happened that the church was serving the Communion that Sunday. At the start of the process, the officiator explained unequivocally that the purpose of the Lord’s Supper or Communion is to remember the suffering, death, burial, resurrection and the second coming of the Lord.
For me, it was good news for, I reason, no one would find pleasure in disremembering the suffering, death, burial, resurrection and second coming of the Lord. If remembering the lord in this manner were a kind of habit, I would choose it. So, hearing that eating the bread and drinking the wine would satisfy that, I was more than happy to take the Communion. I want to remember Jesus more and more.
As God would have it, before long, they started taking the communion around, starting with the bread. They cut the bread into small pieces and placed them in a basket – the Communion bread basket. The wine was placed in several small communion glasses.
In taking the bread and the wine, the arrangement was that each participant should take a piece of the bread and one of the several glasses, which everyone was doing.
When the basket of bread reached me, I quickly took seven pieces. Those sitting close to me stretched their eyes on me, as if I had just re-crucified Jesus on a Liberian cross, instead of a Roman cross. I didn’t have time; I wanted to remember Jesus more. I glimpsed at some of those staring at me and dropped two pieces of the bread into my mouth and munched them like a Billy goat. I wanted to remember Jesus. I took my own time to eat the rest.
After a while, the wine came. I took seven glasses, too, and poured the first six into my mouth, one at the time. Remembering Jesus in that way was nice. I re-adjusted myself in my seat and drank the last one. The same eyes plus additional ones stared at me.
One of the men sitting next to me could no longer hold his piece. “Why did you do that? You were supposed to take one piece of bread and one glass of wine,” he said.
I smiled and said, “Because I want to remember Jesus more since the purpose of the Communion is to remember Him. As our people would say, ‘I don’t want His business to move from my heart quickly.’ Since there are seven days in the week, the seven pieces of bread and the seven glasses of wine will cause me to remember Him the whole week before coming back next Sunday.”
And I was finished with it. I don’t understand why a group of Christians would go against me for doing something that will enable me to continuously remember the suffering, death, burial, resurrection and second coming of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
It’s funny because it seemed they were getting vexed on behalf of Jesus. Why can’t Jesus Himself get angry with me, if he thinks my action is un-Jesus? Every time I go to a church and see them serving the Communion, I will take more bread and wine. I want to remember Him more. You like it, jacko; you na like it, Jack-o-Lantern.
Seriously, my people, aren’t these points to ponder?