It's interesting how "tradition" can quickly become the "only" method - even if that's not the only way God allows it to happen.
I never paid attention to what the early church described in the book of Acts did: they broke bread (aka. the Lord's table) in each other's HOMES.
And they devoted themselves to the apostles teaching and the fellowship to the breaking of bread and the prayers and awe came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being down through the apostles. And all who believed were woven together and had all things in common. And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need. And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts... Acts 2:42-46Celebrating the Lord's table so intimately with my community group was strange, different and completely out of my comfort zone...
i loved it.
Especially when we passed around the bread and physically broke our own piece off of the loaf. Such deep symbolism transformed into hard reality...in my hands. It brought me to tears. Hot, burning, grateful tears. It was such a powerful image of Christ's sacrifice...for ME...for my sin.
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Keep an open mind.
Keep learning.
Grow.
And be blessed.
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