The Father’s Comfort: Remember Me
Having given thanks, Jesus broke it and said,
This is my body, broken for you.
Do this to remember me.
After supper, he did the same thing with the cup:
This cup is my blood, my new covenant with you.
Each time you drink this cup, remember me.
What you must solemnly realize is that every time you eat this bread and every time you drink this cup, you reenact in your words and actions the death of the Master.
1 Corinthians 11:24-25 MSG
Here’s Jesus, on the night of His betrayal, having an intimate gathering
with His closest companions on earth. He is preparing their hearts to always remember the cross. It’s ALWAYS about the cross.
He is physically leaving, but relates that He is to be continually remembered by His sacrifice. His broken body and shed blood on the
cross. For them. For you. For me. Therefore, Jesus tenderly takes them through this Last Supper…teaching them to always remember.
Do I really remember? Or do I casually take the bread and cup more as a tradition? Without the death of Jesus, I have no hope of salvation. How can I not remember?
It all seems so simple…a little cup; a morsel of bread. May I never let that simplicity morph into complacency. Jesus stepped out of eternity into time for one thing…to seek and to save that which was lost! That’s me!
Oh, Jesus, forgive my indifference. My nonchalance. My apathy.
It cost you death to give me life. Life now. Life forever.