Okay, let me first begin with my confession. With the knowledge of my spiritual father, I did break the fast to celebrate Easter with my family. Since I am still a Baptist among a deeply Baptist family (my ancestors helped establish churches in King William and Mathews Counties), Father James didn’t have a problem with it as long as I didn’t overindulge. I did okay for the main meal. But, cheesecake is a downfall for me. I hope next year the Gregorian and Julian calendars will be in sync for Easter/Pascha. Even still, I have no excuse for eating desert with no discipline. Lord, have mercy on me a sinner.
I am greatly concerned for Louisville player Kevin Ware. I was watching the first half of the game with my Duke HATING relatives (I am the only Duke fan on either side of my family) and saw when his leg collapsed underneath of him as he was coming down from trying to block a shot. Looking at the score, one would not know that the Cardinals was without a key player. Congratulations to them on a very prideful win and may Mr. Ware make a full and swift recovery.
My greater concern is for the sake of a lost sense of spiritual devotion in the Baptist Church. I remember when Deacon Joseph D. Gresham used to wake up early every first Sunday of the month and cut slices of white bread into little squares for communion. He also had this bottle with a little bubble pump contraption that used to put the right amount of grape juice into the cups. I didn’t know Deaconess Mariah Berkley. But, I understand she used to make the communion wine (yes, it was real) for St. John’s Baptist. Members could taste it when she used too much or too little sugar. Years ago, the deacons and deconesses put care, detail, and love into preparing the Lord’s Supper.
While I can understand that with large congregations, the quest for convenience may be a necessity. But, I can’t help but to wonder about those pre-filled and foil sealed communion cups with the plastic wrapped wafers on top. What was once a task of loving responsibility has turned into a convenience industry. What if our faith were to turn into such a communion? Shall the cups of our faith be filled by cold machines, or by loving saints who are able to guide us along the way as we journey together in the Lord? Can the bread of life be a tasteless and useless disc, or shall it be the full leavened bread that allows us to grow in His grace? And if the care, detail, and love from the old days of preparing the Lord’s Supper are gone, how much more is the devotion of those who partake of and serve it? “Oh John, you are just mad because Duke got their hind parts whipped and you are taking your frustrations out on the church that you are still a part of! Get over it!” Perhaps a plausible argument. But, if given a choice between your mother’s made from scratch home cooked meals, or frozen dinners from the grocery store, which would you choose? If given the choice of walking with the Lord with fellow devout seekers and a cloud of witnesses, or with the modern pre-fabrications that seek to make a profit, which would you choose? If pre-packaged food is inferior to food cooked in love, how much more dangerous is pre-packaged faith?
In whatever form of communion that is served in your church, please keep remembering the faith of the saints that have gone on before you who prepared, served, took the Lord’s Supper in reverence and love. Elements may be pre-packaged from cold machinery. But, true faith can never become plastic and foil. Do not take these things in as pasteurized and preserved grape juice and a flavorless disc. Do take in the bread from heaven and the wine that gives life to mankind.
‘Take, eat, this is My body. … This is My blood …’ (Mark 14:22, 24)