I repeated this simple phrase as I broke off a piece of the loaf that I was serving to each who came forward to partake of the Lord’s Supper. It was our last morning together at a Laity Lodge Writer’s Retreat; a retreat that I won’t soon forget.
I was really excited when I was asked to help serve communion that morning. What an honor and privilege to be part of something so special and sacred to so many people.
But then the reality of what I was doing started to set in, and I felt overwhelmed. I was going to be a part of something so special and sacred to so many people. Somehow I didn’t feel worthy.
As I stood there serving each one I broke the bread and repeated, “Body of Christ broken for you.” I looked into each of their eyes and saw tears welling up in many of them. I quickly found myself having to fight back tears and that froggy little thing my voice does when I cr-, cr-… get choked up.
Communion is one of the most sacred things we can do.
It’s a special time to remember Jesus and the sacrifice that He made. But more than that, I love the word communion and what it means. It has to do with “an act or instance of sharing,” and an “intimate fellowship or rapport.” So even more than a remembrance, it’s a coming together with Christ.
Then I realized this was exactly what we had done together over the previous few days. The ironic thing is that the words communion and communication are from the same root, and therefore have that same core idea of sharing (communing) with one another. We gathered as writers, people who are working on our craft of written communication.
Our whole weekend together was a sort of communion! We sat at the supper table in fellowship with one another. We shared stories of our hopes and dreams, and we lamented over our brokenness. We talked, we hugged, and we served one another in many ways. And at the end of our time, we shared together the Body and Blood of Christ.
It was a special moment for me, and it was clear that it was a special moment for many others as well.