Yesterday’s post related to Remembrance Day, the commemoration of the armistice that ended WWI. It was posted at 11.00am on the 11th day of the eleventh month (my local time), when it is traditional to observe a minute’s silence to remember those who “sacrificed” their lives in the 1914-18 conflict.
However, the cultural significance of that annual time of remembrance should be greatly overshadowed by the memory of a more significant sacrifice of life. A sacrifice not to be remembered once a year, but continually.
…the Lord Jesus on the same night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, “Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of Me.”
For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death till He comes.
While that process of taking bread and wine has been turned into a kind of mystical act involving a token fragment of bread (or cracker) and a sip of grape juice during a church service, I think Jesus’s words at the last supper were possibly referring to something much more basic and frequent than an occasional formal ritual. The bread and wine speak of our daily sustenance – and therefore a daily remembrance of Jesus and His sacrifice, recalled every time we partake in the most basic, life sustaining act of eating and drinking.