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SWB: What to remember



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Do this in remembrance of me.

How much in life do I really remember or bring back in my mind as something good to hold on to? When I experience something that is good, uplifting or even a challenge am I quick to dismiss it and move on to the next thing - or do I truly remember.

Do this in remembrance of me.


One of the most common ways I work to remember or mark these rememberings is to write and blog about them. Sometimes in my journal, I'll draw a picture of something that I feel captures the feeling of that moment. Sometimes its accurate, sometimes it's not. What is it that people say? "Perception is everything."

Do this in remembrance of me.

This phrase is what Jesus says at the conclusion of the first communion supper. Jesus took the bread - representing his body broke it and gave it to all surrounding him. Then Jesus took the wine - representing his blood that would be split and passed the cup for all to partake. Then he said -

"Do this in remembrance of me."

In communion, there is wine and bread - which got me thinking of how it may apply as a springboard for our Sleeping with Bread Mondays. In communion, there are people, which also led me to share this thought with all of you here. In communion, there is recalling and remembering the gifts and hardships of life - so like we do in this space.

Do this in remembrance of me.


When I remember the bread and in this case the wine of this week, what do I see? Is it easy to remember, or is it hard? What is this bread we most often share, and what bread do we hold back on thinking it may be too grainy for most palates to enjoy?

Do this in remembrance of me.

In this practice of remembering, it's important to know we are not in it alone. Come to think of it, SWB is in a way a virtual community gathered to share in what is served here - our lives, our hopes, our spiritual aspirations and our dreams.

Do this in remembrance of me.

This week, I may be quick to jump into what to let go of and move on to the next thing. However, I feel that in this time of bread that its more than good to pause for what may feel a little long and really remember the bread of the past few days. This is not a space of hurry (even as I try to slow down in writing these thoughts), this is a place for rest and remembrance.


Luke 22:14-19
14When the hour came, Jesus and his apostles reclined at the table. 15And he said to them, "I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer. 16For I tell you, I will not eat it again until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God."

17After taking the cup, he gave thanks and said, "Take this and divide it among you. 18For I tell you I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes."

19And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, "This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me."


So as you remember, what does your act of remembrance look like?

Comments

Mel said…
Oh wow....very pertinent for me, ty.

I hope all is well--looks like you've had a whole lot of fun with some awesome kiddos (lucky you--lucky them!)

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