We’re moving. My husband, daughter, and I are moving to D.C. At least, that’s the plan. This requires packing, and as I am doing this I am finding many little mementos, things that either me or my husband or both of us have saved because that time period, event, or situation was important to us.
Rocks from our honeymoon. The receipt from our first “big date”.
Even the people that aren’t very pack ratish have a few of these things. They remind us of something. Whatever it is and perhaps we keep them because we don’t want to forget nor should we.
Jesus gave us something like this, but it wasn’t just an object that sits on the coffee table. Recently, my parents started taking communion every day before dinner. This meal was instituted by God in the Old Testament for his people, the Israelites, to remember their rescue from Egypt. Jesus gives it new meaning as he eats it with His disciples.
” And he took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body, which is given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” And likewise the cup after they had eaten, saying, “This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant in my blood.” (Luke 22:19,20)
Instead of the flat bread reminding them of their ancestors hasty flee from Egypt, where the dough didn’t have time to rise, now it was going to remind them of Jesus rescueing them from their own slavery to sin. Jesus chose to use something ordinary, bread, to bring to mind his ultimate fulfillment of Passover.
The beauty of this food is that it can be eaten anywhere and taken anywhere. We eat bread in some form so regularly that Jesus should be on our minds at nearly every meal.