I will admit it. My mind did wander during the serving of the Lord's Supper this past Sunday; but try to look past the weakness in my human state and bear with me. I was holding the baby, trying to keep her quiet, while focussing on repenting any sins that I might have committed. (Alright, so I was repenting of all the sin that had already shown itself that morning.) Anyway, the thought suddenly occured to me, "How am I going to pass the tray, while holding this child?" I started to formulate a plan in my head. "If it is passed from my left to my right, I will be okay, but right to left will be disaster." You see, my Grandma was sitting at my left and she would be able to pass the tray directly to the server. Somehow I didn't think it would work too well the other way around. Visions of Mercy covered in grape juice, flitted through my brain. I then proceeded to calculate which row the server would need to start on in order for my scenerio to work. Thankfully, through divine providence, the passing went just how I had hoped and Mercy was spared an infant's baptism.
As the cup was being passed in front of me, the kind gentlemen that was holding it must have sensed my apprehension. "Don't worry, I've got it," he whispered. It was then that I realized my insecurity was all for not. What I had neglected to take into account, was that I was not partaking of the Lord's Supper alone. I was with the body of Christ. One reason we observe communion as a congregation is to recognize corporately the sacrifice that has been made for us. As a gathered group of believers, we are reminded that no effort that we make on our own will save us. God has made us brothers and sisters in Christ to encourage and exhort one another. I am just glad I got the encouragement this day and not the exhortation. (I'm sure that will come after I publish this post.)