Communion versus the Lord’s Supper

                If you are not interested in Communion, the Lord's Supper, you are probably not going to be interested in this post.

                Recently, I told my sermon advisory group, I would be preaching a sermon on “Why The Lord's Supper” in a couple of months. I asked if they had any suggestions.

            One said to me, “Would it be possible to offer the people more than one little piece of cracker and one little cup full of grape juice? It always sounded strange to me to hear people talk about a supper, when what we experience is not even a good snack.

                Someone else, one who has been a Christian for a long time, said, “I agree. It just seems like what we do has very little in common with how they partook of the Lord's Supper and experienced communion in the New Testament.”

            I found our dialogue fascinating; it really gave me food for thought. (Wink. Wink.)

                  Since then, I have thought much about that conversation. I agree that what we do finds little connection with the way they did it in the New Testament. There is no implication from Scripture, and no implication from early church history, churches passed around portions of unleavened bread, from which each Christian took a tiny morsel.

               Now, since some churches passed around one cup, I can see each individual’s swallow being smaller, similar to the size of our little communion cups. However, these were experienced in the context of a complete meal. So people, by God's design, left feeling satisfied. (Indeed, one of the reasons there was a problem in I Corinthians 11 was because the more affluent Christians were sinning by not sharing their bountiful blessings of food with the poor Christians. Consequently, the poor left hungry.)

              Where did this disconnect between our experience of communion today and the early church's experiences come from? I suspect Constantine's influence on the church is partially to blame. That's the subject of another post for another day.

              Within my own fellowship, I'm wondering if there is another reason as well. In my fellowship, we practice open communion. That means, anyone who desires to partake of the bread and the cup may do so. We leave it up to each individual's conscience. Each individual is subject to God's judgment (I Corinthians 11:17ff), but each is allowed to make his or her own choice.

              Now, in a conservative and doctrinally careful Fellowship, you've got a problem. How do you share communion with someone who may not be a Christian? Especially, if it is someone you really believe is not a Christian? The solution is simple; you virtually eliminate the communion aspect of the service, and emphasize the Lord's Supper facet.

              In the Lord's Supper, it is every man for himself. You're not showing a desire to fellowship someone, who is outside of Christ. That's his problem. Consequently, your conscience can remain untroubled.

              Unfortunately, in our congregation's case, all too often we do not experience communion; rather, what is happening is 500 people are individually, and simultaneously, taking the Lord's Supper.

              This explains how we can say with a straight face on Sunday nights, “If you were unable to partake of the Lord's Supper this morning, it has been left prepared for you and you may leave the auditorium to partake during the singing of our next song.”

            Voila! A handful of people go to a back room, away from the rest of the Body. Or, everybody in the auditorium sits and watches three people, who are taking the Lord's Supper on a Sunday night.

              Whatever that is, it clearly violates the meaning of the word–communion. Not much is being held in common by the assembly.

              What's the solution? I have some ideas. But I would enjoy first hearing from you. What do you think?

Five Things I Think I Think (with a nod to Peter King for this idea)

1. When I left for Argentina in 1989, I assumed I would spend the next five years practically isolated from American news and sports. I will never forget our first night in Argentina, in the home of the Reece Mitchell family, in Buenos Aires. I mentioned to one of Reece’s sons, I cannot remember which one, that I expected to be cut off from American culture, as I had been in Papua New Guinea.

            He replied, “Oh, well we get cable here.”

            That was the first I heard of the Argentine cable service. God bless the individual, who brought cable to Argentina.

            Because of the cable service, we received a direct feed of CNN. (Later, we received ESPN as well.)

            After we settled in our house in Cordoba, I subscribed to the local cable service. Now, we had been in Cordoba for a little more than a month, so I already felt a little bit out of the loop. One night, about 10:30 our time, I turned on the TV to CNN.

            It was 7:30 PM in Atlanta—time for CNN SPORTS TONIGHT. The program’s anthem blared out, and I emotionally tasted a little bit of home.

            Virtually every night thereafter, I watched the news on CNN and SPORTS TONIGHT. Anchors Fred Hickman and Nick Charles grew to be my friends, even though I never met them.

            Nick Charles is dying. He is suffering from bladder cancer and will be taken from us soon. Patrick Leech sent me a link that offers a marvelous testimony to Charles’ faith:

http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/04/06/nick.charles.facing.death/index.html?iref=obinsite

         I feel sadness because of the connection of my past. Yet, I can say gratefully, that Nick Charles is dying well.

2. I got to experience LEADERSHIP TRAINING FOR CHRIST for the first time on a Sunday morning. I know of no better ministry for equipping young people, children, and adults (!) than LTC. What a blessing it is.

3. The Mavericks blowing a 23-point lead to Portland on Saturday doesn’t scare me. Of course, I may be whistling in the cemetery.

4. My heart goes out to the people, who have lost property, especially homes, to the wild fires. Yet, another reminder of how little humanity really controls.

5. I took my family to the site of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination yesterday afternoon. The Texas School Book Depository has been turned into a museum. We did not go inside, but we walked around the site of the murder. Sad.

            I was impressed by how many people were there—more than I saw at Ford’s Theater last year. I heard the German language spoken; it looked like others from different countries were present as well.

            One strange moment: at the grassy knoll the investigator and author, Robert Groden, was present with his books and DVDs on the Kennedy assassination.

            He believes Kennedy was a victim of a conspiracy. Part of his proof is photos taken from Kennedy’s autopsy. (How he got them, I don’t know.)

            The reason I know he had photos is, Groden had a point man, who held up some of the photos. Fortunately, he told Timothy and Annie to turn around before he did.

            I have to admit; I have mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, the photos were morbid. (I decided to turn away; I couldn’t escape the sensation I was violating something sacred.) On the other hand, we are a democracy. We must hold the government accountable. Clearly, if someone in the government was conspiring to hide evidence, it would take the people seeing the evidence to move an investigation along. And, if you run for president, there are certain rights to privacy you surrender for the sake of the democracy. 

Eternity Starts Now

            Years ago, our church ministered to a girl, who had a form of palsy. She walked in an uneasy gait—very unsteady. She moved to our town, when she was probably nine or ten.

            Her father was long gone (I think he was in prison.) She lived with her mother. She needed help from her mother to perform the tasks we consider routine—bathe, use the toilet, dress….

            In time, we could not help but notice this girl had terrible body odor. Little by little, the reality of this girl’s life took a tragic turn.

            Her mother had been neglecting her. Sometimes, she would not help her use the toilet. Sometimes, she would leave her in the bathtub. Sometimes, she would not help her bathe.

            The reasons varied. There were times the mother felt overwhelmed. Escape ranged from a TV program to entertaining male friends.

            In time, I, and others, became aware of the situation and called Child Protective Services to intervene.

            I think back often to that young girl’s situation. Had she been in a jail, the authorities would have been arrested for their treatment. In some ways, this girl’s circumstances were like that of an inhumane jail. The girl’s jailor just happened to be her mother.

            I believe in the eternal existence of a realm called hell. I believe that Satan exists and that he has many who join him in bringing as much hell as he can to this earth. The girl I just told you about experienced a little bit of Satan’s hell.

            But to most of us, those experiences I just described were clearly hellish.

            I used to think the world cheapened the word “hell” through over use. Now, I think I have gone to the other extreme. Satan is all about bringing hell to this earth; he wants people to experience as much of it as he can.

            I have thought a lot about what I would do, if I were a soldier of Satan. I really think these guys who are part of the Church of Satan, have it wrong. They are too heavy-handed. I remember hearing about what a missionary said to Satan worshipers, when he had a conversation with them, “Do you guys think you’re the only ones going to hell?

            If I were a worshiper of Satan, I think I would I would attempt to be subtler. You can win more people this way. More importantly, you can win more people in the churches. There they could spread the opposite of salt and light—darkness and “do-do” (see Luke 14:35.)

            If I were an advocate of Satan, here's how I would help people, especially Christians, experience a little bit of hell on earth:

            (1) Self-righteousness. Nothing distorts your life more than being self-righteous. It puts things out of whack. It helps you elevate your strengths and ignore your weaknesses. It energizes you to find the weaknesses of other people and focus on them. It is an excellent way to empower yourself on this earth. And, you can push people toward being just a little bit more damned.

            2) Gossip. Another great way of bringing a little bit of hell to this earth. You can distort the truth and make people believe things that can quickly morph into outright lies. Moreover, on a technicality, you can add telling the truth to the gossip column, if you tell it to an inappropriate audience—such as breaking a confidence. A prayer circle asking for prayer requests is a great forum for this. “Pray for Marge, she and her husband are thinking about getting a divorce…”

            Gossip is an excellent way to hurt people, without going to prison for it. Just one more way you can bring a little bit of hell to this earth.

            3) Greed. Greed is a fantastic way to bring a little bit of hell on earth. It can motivate you to pursue money or things at the expense of other people who are hurting. If you are good at deluding yourself, you can even convince yourself that the pursuit of the material is nothing more than God choosing you for incredible blessing. Meanwhile, those without continue live lives of disease, ruin, or even starvation.

            If you are serious about following Jesus, none of that is good, though, is it?

            What Jesus calls us to do over and over again, is to collaborate with him in bringing God's reign here to earth. For the past one hundred years, writers ranging from C. S. Lewis to N. T. Wright, from Philip Yancey to Rob Bell, have been reminding Christians: eternity doesn’t simply start at death. The New Testament affirms over and over again that eternity begins today.

            When Christians walk with Jesus, Christians invited Jesus to reign. When Jesus reigns, he is doing what God does in heaven. Any place on earth, where God is reigning, is a little bit of heaven on earth.

            I believe all I have written is summarized in one tiny verse—John 10:10, “A thief comes to steal and kill and destroy, but I came to give life—life in all its fullness.”NCV

            Eternity, whether it is oriented toward hell or heaven, starts now.

            Those of us in Christ, invite a little bit of heaven here. We allow-we encourage-God's will to be done here, like it is in heaven.

            We bring God’s rescue here on Earth. Christian workers serving children for CPS or serving the elderly in nursing homes can both rescue human beings from hellish situations and transport them to caring, dignified, and nourishing environments.

            God’s people can bring a little of heaven’s beauty here to earth. Every painting offered to the glory of God, every book written to honor God, every house painted to honor God, every tool manufactured to honor God, every act done to serve people, every move made to bring peace, joy, love, gentleness, forgiveness, healing, to a broken world, is bringing a little bit of heaven to earth.             This is the greatest call. It is compassionate service to those, who are hurting; it is food offered to a person who is hungry; it is parental care for orphan; these are some of the things a hellish world needs. When God begins through us, it holds the potential of lasting forever.

            This cause is noble. Why wait to experience heaven after death? Why ask people to delay experiencing heaven until the afterlife? I wonder, who wouldn’t want to join us in offering-and experiencing-a little bit of heaven today?

Five Things I Think I Think (with a nod to Peter King for this idea)

1. I finished the book, OUTLIERS, by Malcolm Gladwell, last week. It started out well. I was especially fascinated by the references to the 10,000-hour rule—talented people spend a minimum of 10,000 hours perfecting their craft. (For example, the Beatles played for 10,000 hours before they made it big.)  I was, however, disappointed in the conclusion of the book. The details were too mundane for my tastes.

2. If you are a fan of the NFL, you owe a debt to NFL Films. If you are not a fan of the NFL, your life has still been impacted by NFL Films. Steve Sabol, to me, the heart and soul of NFL Films, is battling a brain tumor—recently diagnosed. I pray for Steve Sabol.

3. A factoid that may only matter to me: I always try to have someone read my blogs before I post them. I find this reduces errors. Two weeks ago, I posted a weekly blog that was one of my most read. (It was the one reviewing Rob Bell’s new book—LOVE WINS.) Unfortunately, I discovered last week that somehow, the one I posted was not the edited version. If you noticed—sorry. I’ll edit it and post an updated version.

4. LEADERSHIP TRAINING FOR CHRIST is this weekend. This year will be the first year I’ll be able to stay over on Sunday. I’m looking forward to that.

5. Could it be the Mavericks have a chance this year?