Reflection
15th August 2021
A
significant part of my calling to be a minister is that I felt a strong call to
be able to preside at communion as the phrase has it. In other words, to be
able to dispense communion. And by definition a Methodist “presbyter” to
use the official term, is “A Minister of Word and Sacrament”. In other words,
I preach and share the Gospel wherever and whenever I can, and I give
communion.
Now before I
go on, I should say that a question posed very often to me is “Why is it only
ministers can serve communion?” The answer is that for time
immemorial in most denominations only those who have been ordained can serve
communion.
For me being
able to preside at communion is a central part of my calling. And when I
entered ministry in 2007, I held this in reverence. I took it very seriously and
felt that everyone who received communion should treat communion with reverence
too. So, when one of my churches told me that it had been agreed that children
could receive communion as long as their parents were happy with that, I was not
very pleased. How could a child treat this “solemn memorial” as communion
is sometimes described in Methodist doctrine, with reverence? Nevertheless, I
agreed – for the moment – to go along with it.
The first
Sunday I took communion at that church a family came up to the communion rail.
Mum and Dad and three children including a 5-year-old. I went along the rail
and placed bread in each of their hands. Then I came to 5-year-old Jenny. Jenny
looked into my eyes and gave me a beaming smile as she held her hands out. My
heart melted. And at that moment I felt ashamed that I’d had negative thoughts
about children at communion.
One of my
other churches also had the practice of children receiving communion. After my
experience with Jenny, I was fine with this. And duly gave communion to several
children there. Several months later, after one communion service in which a
small boy had dropped his communion glass spilling the “wine”, an elderly lady
came up to me after service. “I don’t know we allow children to receive
communion. They don’t understand what is going on!” I replied to her “Tell
me Mrs Evans. Do you really know what is going on at communion for I don’t, and
I doubt you do either!”
The Methodist Catechism says that
“In The Lord’s Supper Jesus Christ is
present with his worshipping people and gives himself to them as their Lord and
Saviour. As hey eat bread and drink the wine, through the power of the Holy
Spirit they receive him by faith with thanksgiving. They give thanks with the whole
Church for Christ’s sacrifice of himself once and for all on the cross. The
Lod’ Supper recalls Christ’s Last Supper with his disciples. It proclaims
Christ’s passion, death and resurrection, unites the participants with him so
that they are a living sacrifice in him, and gives them a foretaste of his
heavenly banquet.”
The Lord’s
Supper or Holy Communion is a sacrament, and as a sacrament it is an outward
and visible sign of inward and spiritual grace. In other words, it is just like
in baptism. When the water is poured over a person's head or into which a
person is submerged, it is a sign that the person has been spiritually changed
from the inside out, and they have died with Christ so that they might rise
with him. In communion the bread and the wine become for us a sign of what
Christ is doing inside us, in our very souls.
American Methodist Minister Will Willimon relates the following
story. It was a cold Christmas Eve. Will Willimon, was rushing his family
to get into the car. They were running late for
the communion service. "Where are my sermon
notes? Where is the pulpit robe? Don't forget to turn off the
lights. Everybody get in the car and be quiet!"
On the way to the church, rushing through the traffic, their
5-year-old- daughter, Harriet, got car sick and vomited. "Great!"
Will Willimon thought, "If people only knew what preachers go
through." He wheeled into the church parking lot and jumped out
of the car, leaving his wife, Patsy, to clean up the car and get the kids into
the church… and he thought, "If people only knew what preachers'
spouses go through."
His wife, Patsy, led a still unsteady and pale Harriet into the
church. They sat on the back pew in the darkness just in case Harriet got
sick again. Their son, William junior, aged seven, ran down to the front
of the church to sit with his grandparents. Will Willimon threw on his
robe, took a deep breath, and started the service. He made it through the
first part of the service and the sermon. Then came
Holy Communion. Mrs Willimon came forward to receive the sacrament,
but she left Harriet on the back pew. Harriet was still so pale and so
weak and so sick.
But then something beautiful happened. Seven-year-old
William junior got up and came back to the communion rail. "What
on earth is he doing?" wondered his parents. "He's
already received communion once. What is he up to?"
They watched him race to the back of the church and scoot down the pew toward
his sister. He opened his hands revealing a small piece of bread. "Harriet,"
he said, "This is the body of Christ given for you."
Without hesitation, little Harriet picked the bread out of her brother's hands
and plopped it into her mouth and said, "Amen." And in
that moment Holy Communion had never been more holy. Then
7-year-old William patted his 5-year-old sister Harriet on the head. He
smiled. She smiled. And then he turned and ran back down to the
front of the church to re-join his grandparents.
Think of that. 7-year-old brother William thought to include Harriet.
Either because she wasn't being included, or he thought it might help her feel
better he reached out to his sister with what really mattered — the body of
Christ in the form of communion. There's a name for that. It's
called LOVE!
Let's be mindful of why communion is so special. Let's look upon
the sacrament with wonder and awe, and bring our sins, and even our doubts, and
behold the very presence of Jesus in the humble sacrament of bread and wine, of
the body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
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