The Lord’s Supper – Remember Me

The Lord’s Supper – Remember Me

Written April 2018

1 Corinthians 11:23-26

On this evening in which Jesus celebrated the Passover with His disciples, not one of the 12 could have guessed the bounty of wisdom and blessing they would receive from mouth and hands of Christ. They were served by having Him wash their feet, they were taught by receiving a new command to love one another and as the meal progressed Jesus instituted something that we still do today.

Communion, the Lord’s Supper, the Lord’s Table, the Eucharist, it has many names but it pertains to the same event and asks us to do the same thing. Remember. With each element and each proclamation Jesus urges His people to remember Him. Why, you might ask. Because in remembering Jesus we cannot help but be compelled to follow the commands to serve and love. In remembering we are humbled at the sacrifice and the love of Christ. In Remembering we have our lives refocused on the need that others have for the Gospel. In remembering we are humbled and reminded of Who Christ is and who we are.

We are blood bought saints, called to love and forgive, called to serve and sacrifice for others. In this bread in this cup we remember the one who gave Himself for us, the ultimate sacrifice, the perfect Savior Who loved us with a perfect love.

How deep the Father’s love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure

How great the pain of searing loss The Father turns His face away As wounds which mar the Chosen One Bring many sons to glory

Behold the man upon a cross My sin upon His shoulders Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice Call out among the scoffers

It was my sin that held Him there Until it was accomplished His dying breath has brought me life I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything No gifts, no power, no wisdom But I will boast in Jesus Christ His death and resurrection

Why should I gain from His reward? I cannot give an answer But this I know with all my heart His wounds have paid my ransom

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