Sunday, October 6, 2019. Rev. Jen Dunfee, preaching.Scripture Readings: Lamentations 3:19-26; 2 Timothy 1:1-7, 13-14
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SERMON TEXT
For
those of you expecting a continuation of our sermon series on the Book of Ruth,
come back next week for Part 3. Today we
join with churches all across our country and, true to its name, our world, to
celebrate World Communion Sunday. A
quick google search shows that other churches in McLean, including the McLean
Baptist Church whose softball team our Lewinsville sluggers beat handily in a
double header last Thursday night) others in the Northern Virginia area and
across denominations, will hold World Communion Services today.
This
is the 86th year of World Communion Sunday; the first service was
held in 1933 at the Shadyside Presbyterian Church in Pittsburgh, and from that
one church it spread to other Presbyterians, then other denominations, then
across the country and beyond. In 1933,
a pastor at Shadyside Presbyterian, surveying the news of the day, ongoing
global strife and suffering after a war, divisions leading to hatred and
violence over nationalism, race and religion, sought a way forward through
celebration. Celebration of this
sacrament, where Christians near and far, regardless of any category that might
have divided them, consider their unity with Christ and with each other.
It
is a Sunday where we employ our Holy imagination. We prayerfully think about all those who call
on the name of Jesus, and as a part of worship today will be served in their
seat, or walk to a chancel or altar, to receive the same two things. Bread and Cup.
The
bread might be (like this), gluten free, baked by a member of the congregation,
bought
at a local store, packaged in a box of wafers, somewhere in the world it might
not look like a bread that you recognize, but it will remind those who partake
of it in that moment of the broken body
of our Lord. Whether it is white or
purple grape juice, red wine or rose, it will remind those who drink of it in
that moment of the shed blood of our Lord.
Ever
pull a piece of bread off the loaf that is so small you can barely get the
juice on it? Or you just drop it
entirely in the cup? Ever pull a piece off the bread that is so big it is
difficult to fit it in the cup? I
remember one Sunday here where Tommy was younger and he took about 1/3 of the
loaf because he was hungry and going straight to baseball. I think we were singing our final hymn by the
time he finished it. (told with
permission from Thomas Sharp.)
We
can imagine any variation for the bread, the cup, the logistics, the songs sung
and prayers prayed before and after, the language spoken, the location, but we
can know one constant, “on the night he was betrayed Jesus took the bread, and
after giving thanks he broke it and gave it to his disciples saying take, eat,
this is my body broken for you. Do this
in remembrance of me.” And similar with
the cup.
All
the churches celebrating Communion on this day will use the words of scripture
to remind the people gathered, 10 or 10,000 red, blue or purple political
beliefs, people in countries in the headlines, people in countries on America’s
radar: China, Ukraine, Iraq, all colors of skin, all kinds of families, will
hear the same words about why we do what we do here.
My
Holy Imagination can only get me a little way towards considering what God does
not need to imagine but can see, people everywhere telling each other the story
of Jesus, God’s beloved son. And I
wonder if God is pleased whenever we remember, and tell again this most
important of God’s redeeming stories, because it is about the only begotten
son.
This
is the Joyful Feast of the People of God, but not because we leave behind our
worries here, not because we cover up our messes, not because we hide what is
broken. This is the Joyful feast because
Jesus sh