Hey.
Do you know what communion is? It is this thing in church when we eat part of a loaf of bread, or a cracker, and drink a thimble of juice or wine. That is what it literally is, but it has so much more meaning than that. This we do in remembrance of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, where his body (represented by bread or crackers) was broken and his blood (represented by juice or wine) was poured out for the forgiveness of our sins and for us to be made new in Him. So when we do that we remember Him and what He did. It is also done together with other Christians as a reminder that we were all adopted into God's family through this act on the cross.
So, ya, ever since I first saw communion back in like grade 10 I wanted to do it together with everyone. I couldn't wait to be baptized (I didn't understand what it all meant at the time). When I was finally baptized I did know what it meant. It meant dying to self and being made alive in Christ again. From that point on I never turned down communion. It means so much to me that God would send Jesus to die on the cross for me despite my many imperfections, selfishness and sin, as well as the body known as the church and how supportive and encouraging they have been being able to take it together with them, unified in Christ and by the Spirit.
So, why did I turn down communion the last two weeks?
I was so pissed at that church for their lack of welcoming newcomers that I pretty much disowned them as a legit church, which is absolutely not my place to make that judgment. Absolutely not.
I was just being bitter, selfish and prideful.
Each week I felt this conviction that what I was doing was wrong. They are a part of the body of Christ too. Not perfect, in the same way that I am not perfect. But rejecting them was like rejecting God.
So when I finally gave in and asked God to help me forgive them, asd then took communion with them I think this was a pretty big thing. >.>
Anyways, ttyl.
D.Fa
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