Our Christian Communion with one another truly began when a Jewish rabbi and prophet was about to die and he knew it. His disciples sensed it too. So, just as many people before, and many people thereafter, he gathered his best friends, (family members) together for a meal. It probably was a Seder Meal. 'No reason to be too hasty this time though.
It's so emotional reading about the Jesus' Last Supper from this side of history. Did the disciples argue about who would be the greatest in the new Kingdom of God? Did Jesus get on his hands and knees and wash his disciples feet. Or... did they tell one another stories about the times they spent with one another in Galilee. Did they nervously laugh about the people they had encountered on their way to this Passover celebration. People act so insecurely when death lingers close by ... was it simply silent, somber.
Whatever we remember now, when we gather with one another to "do this in remembrance of me" ritual; we should remember that this communion is very human, very earthy, very much a family affair with everlasting yet ever-simple overtones. Early Christian communion and community gatherings weren't much more than an evening meal with friends, the reading of scripture. However, their "agape" was a meaningful beginning of a ritual that brought the Reign of God into the here and now just like Jesus sat down with his disciples then and there.
It's no wonder that the first Christians strengthened their communities in Roman catacombs. They believed in bodily resurrections and they needed a place to hide, practice their rituals, and to remember - remember that Jesus Christ came and dwelt among them and those persons that had preceded them in Jerusalem. That's truly profound.
I can't get over how wonderful it is to offer communion bread and wine to people at the altar. It's one of the most powerful and most humbling things about being a priest. There just isn't a whole lot of class or circumstance going on at the altar most of the time. It's just about trying to get closer together to one another and to Jesus the Christ. It's not paradise but it often seems to point towards that sacred space for me. I yearn for places away from the altar rail where similar sorts of communion and community occur. They can be hard to find. Much like the first Maundy Thursday and the early celebrations of the Eucharist that followed, power structures, politics, fear, and death get in the way.
I'll be washing some people's feet in a few hours. I'll be offering them communion. Then, I'll go home and prepare to come back for our Good Friday and Holy Saturday worship services. For now though, while the sun is still up and the mystery of Triduum hasn't quite got here, I think I will sit in silence and wait for the Lord, his communion, and community to arrive.
Where charity and love are, there God is.
The love of Christ has gathered us into one flock.
Let us exult, and in Him be joyful.
Let us fear and let us love the living God.
And from a sincere heart let us love each other (and Him).
Where charity and love are, there God is.
Therefore, whensoever we are gathered as one:
Lest we in mind be divided, let us beware.
Let cease malicious quarrels, let strife give way.
And in the midst of us be Christ our God.
Where charity and love are, there God is.
Together also with the blessed may we see,
Gloriously, Thy countenance, O Christ our God:
A joy which is immense, and also approved:
Through infinite ages of ages.
Amen.
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