It was a meal they would never forget. It is one we remember often. The Last Supper. There Christ taught His disciples a new feast. The feast, not of the Passover, but the feast of the Lord’s body and blood. Communion. The Lord’s Table. We remember it with majesty and sobriety. It does not fill us with bread but with humility and joy. It should be the most important dinner date on your calendar as a believer. Too many treat the Lord’s command to attend this meal “until He returns” forgetfully. It may not be the gourmet feast we Americans revel in as the world’s upper crust of the 21st century but it is the richest and most costly table fare you can ever partake of. For you and I, unforgettable is what it should be.
Another unforgettable meal was the one after the Last Supper. Do you think the apostles and followers of Jesus had much of an appetite on Friday? Could they even think of food during the betrayal, persecution, and crucifixion of their Lord? It’s easy to imagine they fasted unintentionally. Yet,sooner or later they had to eat. And the first time they sat down to eat without Him who had been the center and core of their lives for the three plus years, had to be a struggle. Did they even know how to arrange the seating? Who was the honored guest now? The head of the table? Whose words would they bend forward to catch? They undoubtedly thought of the last meal they had with Him – the Passover. From the gospel narratives, we know they were filled with fear. Questions big as trains rumbled through their minds and their unnerved souls were trying to find a truth they could lean on, hold to, or cling to. Sitting down to eat without Him was an unforgettable experience I’m sure. Like the meals we have with our families following the funerals of loved ones. Poignant, lonely, emotional, powerful, needful. It is not remembered for who was there so much as for who was not.
And what of the first meal after His resurrection? Unforgettable, He appears through the wall and into their presence. He demands food and reveals fresh wounds proving His flesh and blood humanity is genuine. He calms their fears. Thomas returns to the fold. Questions are answered even as new questions begin to surface. Who could ever forget that meal?
As we eat tomorrow with family and friends, it should be memorable. Not because of the ham and its trimmings. (What a meal to celebrate the greatest Jew who ever lived. Where did that tradition come from? Maybe it has to do with being set free from the Law by the Christ or something.) No, it’s not the food. It’s the occasion. And the occasion is not just getting the weekend off nor getting the family together. No, the occasion is the resurrection of the anointed Servant of Jehovah from the dead. He lives and we rejoice. We do it tomorrow with ham, family, and friends but we often do it with broken bread and a single cup also. We remember not only that He died but that He lives and is coming again. And then we will do it with Him in the Kingdom. And all these meals are merely prelude to that unforgettable feast in glory. A meal that will be eternally recalled by the perpetual union of bride and Groom. He loved us. He became one of us. He became sin for us. He rose for us. He is bread for us. Our souls will feast forever on this unforgettable meal.
P.S. Yes, she is my daughter but if I did not think it would do you good, I would not recommend her blog. Her recollection of another unforgettable meal in the life of Christ got me thinking about these. Find it at . . .