An Intersection of Mysteries

6217_3412987383173_1760049468_nYesterday in our Sunday service, as we kicked off our month-long celebration of Advent, I was struck speechless once again by the metaphorical beauty of the Lord’s Supper.

The act of celebrating Communion has always been unspeakably, mysteriously meaningful to me, even as a young boy receiving the Eucharist in the Catholic mass.  Kneeling on the cold marble floor of the sanctuary, the taste of the round white wafer melting on my tongue, listening to the monsignor’s words, “The body of Christ.”  These were indelible moments for me, simple actions where I came face to face with the mystery of our faith.  We enter into a sacramental action that has been repeated millions of times over thousands of years, all the way back to that ancient moment when Jesus sat up at the table to share the bread and cup with his closest friends.  It was a highly intimate act, an amazing act of self-disclosure, as Jesus reveals his death in light of the most sacred of Jewish celebrations, the Passover meal.  As he served the bread, “this is my body,” and the wine, “this is my blood, given up for you,” he revealed that he was the final sacrifice, the Perfect Lamb, whose blood would guard the doorposts of our homes, whose life would carry the sins of all mankind.

And this is why it struck me so deeply again, as we began our Advent season.  I’ve often thought that the act of incarnation—the act of God the Son eternal entering into the limited dimensions of our universe and clothing himself in fragile flesh—had to be more of a shock to Jesus than even dying on the cross.  Think about that.  He goes from infinite to finite, from Almighty God to helpless swaddling newborn, from timelessness to the ever-fleeting now, from the embrace of the perfect community of the Trinity to the utter aloneness of human being.  No creature can fathom what that must have been like.

These were my thoughts as we celebrated the Lord’s Supper, and we repeated Jesus’ declaration, “This is my body,” and “this is my blood.”  For the act of incarnation, the act of becoming this baby in a manger, was God’s ultimate act of self-disclosure.  For we can truly know the nature and heart of God only through Jesus, who was God in the flesh, Emmanuel, God with us.  When Jesus was born, it was as if God were saying, “This is my body, and this is my blood, given up for you.” It is only through the humanity of Jesus that we can fully know the nature of the Divine.

So the table represents a bridge between the birth, God’s revelation through incarnation, and the cross, God’s revelation through resurrection.  The bread and the cup point backwards to the promise of Abraham and his descendents who were saved from Pharaoh.  And they also point forward to the cross and the empty tomb and ultimately to our life in Christ now and into eternity.

Beautiful, metaphorical, artistic, the Lord’s Supper is an intersection of mysteries—Christmas and Easter, incarnation and resurrection, the Promise and the Fulfillment.

[Note: artwork by June Wright.  Please visit this talented artist’s website here.]


2 thoughts on “An Intersection of Mysteries

  1. Thanks for painting us a picture with your words, a wonderful reminder…Yes, it is beautiful and mysterious…I think about the table as the altar of sacrifice…the altar of the Lamb. So many promises we have received in our LORD. “Amazing love, how can it be….that You my LORD would die for me?”

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