Communion meditation from July 13, 2014
Charles Dickens started off his novel, A Tale Of Two Cities, with these famous words: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
I was considering the Last Supper, and what Jesus was thinking and feeling. It was the best of times – He had been waiting His whole life (well, forever, really) for this time, when He was going to become the Savior of all mankind through His death and resurrection. He kept Himself sinless, carrying out the Father’s work. And yet it was the worst of times. One of His disciples, who He had been mentoring, teaching and leading for three years, was going to betray Him for thirty pieces of silver. As a result of that, Jesus was going to die a shameful death on the cross. Worst of all, He was going to be separated from God the Father as Jesus went to Hell with our burden of sins. Total separation from God, with whom He had spent eternity past with. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Now we come to the time of communion, when we take the bread and the cup and remember that sacrifice. For us, also, it is the best of times. We celebrate the freedom from sin. We joyously remember the risen Savior, who was the firstborn from the dead, whom we will meet in Heaven. And yet it is the worst of times. It was for our sin – my sin, your sin – that Jesus had to die. When we do this in remembrance of Jesus, we have to examine ourselves to be sure that we are partaking in a worthy manner. And we can be.
Because this is the best of times. Jesus has paid the price. We are free in Christ. Like Him, we will rise again. Hallelujah!
Father God, I come before Your throne in the name of Jesus, the perfect Lamb of God. You gave the best, even when we deserve the worst. Thank you for that infinite love, that infinite sacrifice. Thank you for making us part of Your family. Amen.