Communion

So I’m helping to lead communion tomorrow, at a church I’ve never been to. It’s kind of a big thing, I mean in Roman Catholic churches you’re not even allowed to take communion, and you’ve got to wear a dress (sorry) to lead communion in Anglican churches. There is often so much ceremony around this simple act of remembrance and sacrifice, I somehow feel unworthy. I am humbled when I hear the words “we come to the table, not because we must but because we may, not because we are strong, but because we are weak.” I feel so small, to think that Jesus died, so that in my weakness, he can be strong; so that I can have the choice to fall on my knees and come to him.
I normally feel awkward going to kneel before the altar to receive communion at Anglican churches, but actually that is one of the best places to be before God, in awe of the sacrifice He made for us.
I have led few acts of worship/sacraments in church, and I don’t want this to be a performance, or judgement of the words I say, I want the 5 minutes of breaking bread together to match the sacrifice of Jesus, to pour out myself in light of what he has done. My words are not enough, so I hope they will stay few as I share Jesus’ body with church tomorrow.
“this is my body, broken for you. Take and eat in remembrance of me.”