Tavern Talk #83 - Communion

You know, communion is one of those things we’ve all probably seen done a hundred different ways. Some churches pass tiny cups on silver trays. Some dip bread in wine. Some use fancy chalices, others use paper cups. Some have rules about who can take it and when.

But at its heart, it’s really simple. Jesus didn’t give His disciples a list of procedures or a manual for how to do it. He just said, “Do this in remembrance of me.” That’s it.

On the night before He was arrested, Jesus sat around a table, not in a church or a cathedral, just a room full of friends. They were eating the Passover meal when He took bread, gave thanks, broke it, and said:

“This is my body, given for you. Do this in remembrance of me.”

And after supper, He took the cup and said:

“This cup is the new covenant in my blood, poured out for you.” (Luke 22:19–20)

Simple words. Simple elements. But behind them, everything changes.

With communion, the bread reminds us that God came close. Jesus entered our world, took on flesh, walked where we walk, hurt like we hurt. The cup reminds us that love costs something. Grace was not cheap. Forgiveness was paid for in full.

When we do this, we remember not just a story, but a person. We remember the One who gave His life for us, and who’s still offering Himself to us, right here, right now.

So why do we still do it? Because we still need reminding. We still forget. We still get distracted and busy and bruised by life. And this moment pulls us back to center.

It reminds us who we are, and whose we are. When we take the bread and the cup, we’re saying,“Yes, Lord. I remember. I believe. I receive.”

So this month, we didn’t follow a script. We did what He asked us to do. We remembered. We gave thanks. We shared grace.

The communion table is open to anyone who’s hungry for hope, anyone who needs a little grace, anyone who’s just trying to find their way. It’s for you.

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Come to the Table, Sidewalk Prophets