Growing
up in a Southern Baptist church, I became accustomed to eating from the
Lord’s Table once a quarter. The words of institution were read from 1
Corinthians 11, and the organ droned “Have Thine Own Way,” until
everyone had been served. While the organ hummed we examined ourselves
to see whether or not we should have been partaking at all. Most of us
sat with heads bowed and eyes closed. (I know because I often got tired
of examining myself and looked around hoping someone was doing something
interesting.) Afterwards we left the auditorium in silence, not talking
or fellowshipping until we had made our way into the outer hall. It was
very respectful, for which I am thankful, and very somber, for which I
am not.
In college, I was a member of a
Primitive Baptist church, which I considered a much better experience.
There was no organ, which I considered an improvement – though its
absence was based on bad exegesis. Replacing the organ was robust,
congregational singing in four-part, shape-noted harmony. The service of
the Lord’s Supper was always followed by a foot-washing and a
congregational meal. Both of which were high points in the first two
decades of my life.
Compared to the Southern Baptists, the
Primitives had some things going in their favor, but the thrust of the
Lord’s Supper service was still focused on internal, self-scrutinizing
assessment, which resulted in the feeling that this crust of bread and
thimble of wine could put you on your death bed. The Primitive Baptists
are working very diligently to be a “New Testament church,” employing a
positivist, regulative principle of worship a
that incorporates what God has said from Acts all the way to Jude.
Unfortunately, this leaves out all of that revelation where God
described in detail how He wants to be worshiped.
Here’s the rub. Christians should be
careful to hear and to heed the words of Paul in 1 Corinthians 11. He
actually did say, “Let a person examine himself, then, and so eat of the
bread and drink of the cup.” (11:28) Next, Paul really did say, “For
anyone who eats and drinks without discerning the body eats and drinks
judgment on himself. This is why many of you are weak and ill, and some
have died.” (11:29-30) This type of talk could push a rational person
toward the Scottish church and the whole “once a year communion”
practice. That would radically decrease ones chances of
“death-by-Eucharist,” but is that what this is really about? Did Paul
really intend to turn a meal with Jesus into a time of inner turmoil and
fear?
I propose that a meal with Jesus should
be a happy time. Happy. Happy. Happy. Why so happy when this is a time
to remember that Jesus has died? Well, I maintain that this time should
be happy because upon every remembrance of Jesus’ death, we remember
that He is not still in His tomb. We remember that Jesus was delivered
up for our trespasses and raised for our justification (Rom 4:25).
Christ is no longer present on the cross. He is no longer present in the
grave. He reigns.
Why so happy when this is supposed to be
a time of self-examination? We have examined ourselves already; earlier
in the same service actually. The whole body present in that room
ascended the hill of the Lord, corporately confessed our sin and then
heard the assurance proclaimed from God’s under-shepherd that we have
been forgiven in Christ. We weighed ourselves in the scales of the law
and found want; we confessed this lack of conformity to God’s Word, and
He was faithful and just, just like He said He’d be, to forgive us our
sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9); and we
heard that our sins are forgiven in Christ proclaimed loudly and
joyously by our pastor.
When self-examination is over, and at
some point it is supposed to be over, it is time to feast. If the feast
is your time of self-examination, then it may not be a feast with Jesus.
He wants your head on his breast while you hoist your glass of wine;
not your eyes on your belly button, while you wonder if you’ll make it
out of the room alive.
Once, Nehemiah was interrogated by a
king for being sad in his presence. Nehemiah knew better than to pull
that kind of stunt, but he couldn’t help it. His heart was heavy because
the place of his fathers’ graves was in ruins and the gates destroyed
by fire. The king understood because Nehemiah had a good reason to be
sad. Christian, your King is far more understanding than Artaxerxes
could ever have been, but you have no reason to be sad. The gates are no
longer in ruins. Jesus’ kingdom has come, is coming, and will come on
earth as it is in heaven. What reason have you to be sad? Does your
heart condemn you? God is greater than your heart, he knows everything.
(1 John 3:20) Do you have sin to be confessed? Confess it. (1 John 1:9)
Examine yourself, and then joyfully come. (1Cor 11:29)
Every week, my seven-year-old son, Seth,
lifts his plastic, wine-filled thimble in my direction and waits for
the toast. We toast and bless one another with a hearty “L’Chaim!” and
then we drain it. We drink to life, because Jesus is life, and we are
alive in Him. We drink to life because the grave has been conquered. We
drink to life because the wages of sin have been paid, but not by us. We
drink to life. We drink to Jesus.
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