This is my body. This is my blood.

And as they were eating, he took bread, and after blessing it broke it and gave it to them, and said, “Take; Eat.” And he took a cup, and when he had given thanks he gave it to them, and they all drank of it. And he said to them, “This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. Truly, I say to you, I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new in the kingdom of God.”

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Throughout time many have argued about the meaning of the words "This is my body. This is my blood". In doing so they make something natural out of something spiritual. I believe that there is something spiritually significant when we come to the Lord's table - regardless of the nature of the bread and the wine. The act of coming is an act of the heart and this act transcends the natural and crosses over to the spiritual. It always has.

So when we are tempted to argue about such things we must not let the physical trump the spiritual. We must remember that we are cherishing the broken body of Christ on the cross when we eat the bread at communion. And when we drink we celebrate the covenant that the Lord Jesus consecrated with his spilled blood. Lastly, when we come to the table we look forward to that day when we shall, with one heart, share a meal with our Savior.

I remember, honor and hallow your sacrifice Lord Jesus. Emblazon the cross in my heart.