It’s Not the Last Supper
Sunday evening I got a call, “Dave, just wanted to make sure that you had heard that Jerry has gone home.”
When we started a Bible study in March of 1973 in the Hobson’s living room in Midlothian, Texas, a young man would drive all the way to north Dallas, pick up Jeannie, his fiancée, and then drive back to Midlothian for the bible study. After an evening in the Word, he would then take Jeannie back home. When the church started in July, Jerry and Jeannie were the first couple I married, and Jerry was also our “play by ear” pianist for our praise time.
One Sunday morning I asked, “Who has a favorite?” Someone shouted out, “The Yellow Rose Of Texas.” Jerry immediately figured out the best key and started playing the tune. The entire congregation joined right in like we were singing an old hymn.
Obviously, this baby church had a long way to go when it came to a theology of worship, but in those early days we also spent Sunday evenings eating, singing, giving personal testimonies about what Jesus was doing in our lives and then we took the bread that Kim Lewis’ dad had made, breaking off pieces for communion. Next we passed the cup.
I don’t believe that the One who hung out with Galilean fishermen, tax collectors, and a woman who had been divorced five times minded too much when a group of new believers sang Texas’ national anthem, especially when couples like Jerry and Jeannie stayed married for a lifetime, raised their kids, enjoyed their grandkids, and were still in love with one another and partaking the Lord’s Supper together in the church where they were married. Here is the passage where Jesus inaugurated the special way that we remember Him in the midst of Passover with His first disciples.
“And when the hour came, He reclined together with His disciples. He said to them, ‘I have deeply desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer. For I say to you that I will not eat it until it is fulfilled in the Kingdom of God.’ And He took the cup, gave thanks, and said, ‘Take this and distribute it among yourselves. For I tell you, from now on I will not drink from the fruit of the vine until the Kingdom of God comes.’ And taking the bread, He gave thanks, and gave it to them, ‘This is my body given for you. This do for a remembrance of me.’ And after the meal, He also took the cup, ‘This is the cup representing the New Covenant in my blood that is being poured out for you.’ - Luke 22:14-20
LORD, thank you that because of what the bread and the cup represent there will be another supper when You will sit down with all of us who believe in You in a Kingdom where no one will be struggling to breathe, like Jerry has done for the last couple of years. Comfort his family, as they say a temporary good bye.
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