Another event that is celebrated on Maundy Thursday is the Last Supper. This is when Jesus spoke to His disciples and told them to share in His body and blood. Jesus passed bread (His body) for them to share. He also passed a cup of wine (His blood) for them to pass and from which to drink. They (we) were commanded to remember what Jesus did for each of us as He gave His life, paying the price for our sin, so we can be with Him forever. Praise God! My whole life (?) is focused on this fact.
Well, I'm wondering how that Last Supper went. Was it as smooth as our verses in the Bible make it sound? How full was the cup? Did the disciples slosh it about?
The act of taking communion offers an unusual array of experiences in our current times. It seems every church has its own way of celebrating the Last Supper or Lord's Supper. Some experiences even have a bit of 'slosh' factor.
My husband John, our son Jack and I attended a different local church one Sunday for no special reason… just because. I had a Sunday with no responsibilities and as this is rare, we jumped at the chance to see what another church here in town is doing for worship. I call it continuing ed.
The music was really really good and really contemporary and the message was really inspired. The pastor is obviously an excellent teaching pastor and walked the congregation through a description of the temple and how this is foreshadowing of Jesus. It was terrific!
Next came communion.
This particular church served communion by passing trays of crackers and tiny thimbles of juice in the pews. Easy, right? Right out of the chute, I saw this was going to be a problem because the two trays were passed at the same time. The tray of tiny bits of cracker was handed to the end pew-sitter, followed quickly by a huge tray of thimbles of juice. This meant I would have to juggle the bread tray in one hand and take the next tray of little tiny sipping thimble cups with the other, then take a thimble cup and pass the trays on. Three hands were needed and I only have two. I watched other seasoned veterans around me nimbly handle all of this and followed their lead. John, however had a major problem.
When John took hold of a tiny little sipping thimble, it it didn't budge from the tray holder. He tried another which also didn't move. Determined on his third try, he grasped the tiny little sipping thimble firmly… too firmly... and exploded it right then and there… between his fingers… in the tray… in the pew. Displaced juice flew onto Jack, onto the kid in front of Jack and onto the person two rows to the north. They were all sprinkled by the exploding juice. We saw spots of it on shirts, jackets, and purses and wooden pews. How such a tiny bit of juice could make such a splash defies logic.
And… of course... we got the giggles right then and there as we were visiting another church here in town… pew-shaking scene-making giggles happened right when we were supposed to be respectful and reverent and remembering.
Much explaining and many apologies were exchanged after the service concluded to those splashed upon with juice sprinkles. The chances of long-term stains were slim and all were graciously received. Thank you, gracious church members, for making this communion faux pas a bit easier to live with.
(As a side note, John has trouble with spilling red liquids as written in The Great Spill.
OH WHAT A MESS…)
The next day, during my Bible reading time (something I'm trying to do more often) I came across a verse in Hebrews that describes the juice sprinkles perfectly:
Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed in pure water. Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He (Jesus) who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:22-23
Those juice sprinkles are such a visual! My heart is sprinkled clean - I experienced it!
Communion juice stands for the blood of Jesus and to be a bit graphic, when He was on the cross, His blood fell out of him and splashed and sprinkled onto those around Him. Literally. This verse from Hebrews says that as we are believers in Jesus and confess our sins and trust Him for forgiveness, our hearts are sprinkled clean with His blood.
His blood cleanses my sin. I need this and I welcome this and the clean conscience that results. Bring on the sprinkling!
Now, dear readers, on a serious note, we all need this blood, for without it, things will not go well for us. Seriously, there is nothing you and I can do to get rid of sin in our lives. Nothing. No amount of right-doing will erase the wrong-doing. You cannot earn it or buy it or use someone else's life or hope enough to be rid of sin and the guilty conscience left in our life because of sin. It's only through Jesus and His sprinkles of blood that you and I are rid of sin - yes, I know… this defies logic.
Heap your (my) sin on Him and let Him pay the penalty which He did when He died on the cross. Pray for this and believe.
So tonight, as you celebrate the Last Supper, remember what Jesus has done - that is our mandatum. See Jesus' act of service in the washing of feet and do likewise (perhaps don't exactly chase someone with a basin of water - but do something in love) - that is our madatum.
The spilling and giggling? That's not such a good idea….