When my twin girls, Morgan and Maddie, were old enough to take First Communion, I was kind of nervous for Maddie. She is a very bright child, locked in a body that won’t let her do much physically. Mentally, she is as sharp as a tack and very aware of what is going on in her world. On the first night, when we all attended the parent meeting together, I was prepared to answer some questions like, “Do you think she will really understand what we are talking about?” and “Do you think Communion will mean anything to her?” I had my “Mama Bear” claws ready to defend her being in the classes and participating to the extent she is able. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find that both the pastors and the group leaders were very accepting of her being a part of the classes and didn’t question her ability to understand anything.
On the flip side of that, I expected Maddie to pay attention during the lessons and participate in the discussion as much as she was able. It is very important to me as her mom that she learns about Jesus and how he died for our sins. I feel that taking part in Communion is a large part of that process of learning for her.
Communion is a very special time for me personally to receive Christ’s body and blood and remember that, because I believe in him, I am forgiven. It makes me feel new and gives me a fresh outlook on the week and my life in general. It makes me want to do more for him and be all that he wants me to be.
Dear Lord, thank you for giving your life to save mine. I will strive every day to praise you in all I do at work and with my family at home. In your living name I pray, Amen.