Communion Sunday, the Kingdome falls

29 March 2000

At 8:32 am PST, on Sunday March 26, 2000, Seattle's mighty Kingdome stadium came crashing down in less than twenty seconds. A cloud of dust encompassed the area and when the dust had settled, all that was left of this mighty structure was a relatively small pile of rubble. After church, I took my camera and went down and took some pictures. I was completely amazed at just how well the implosion worked. It came straight down, nothing seemed to fall far beyond the original walls. All those many millions of tons of concrete of this huge barn were reduced to rubble by four thousand pounds of dynamite.

Later that same day, we, and as far as I have experienced, every other Protestant church held communion. Why it has become part of our liturgy to hold communion the last Sunday of the month is fascinating. It's sort of like saying, "Well, Lord we got the important things of the church done the first three weeks of the month, so we will give you a few minutes at the end of the service today to come to your table." Why not the first Sunday of the month? Or every week? That examination is well beyond this analysis, other than to say, perhaps it is indicative of our historic American religion. During communion, some time and in various ways, each pastor invoked the words of Paul in 1st Corinthians 11:

For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you: that the Lord Jesus on the night in which He was betrayed took bread; and when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, "Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me." In the same manner He also took the cup after supper, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in My blood. This do, as often as you drink it in remembrance of Me."

For as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death till He comes. (1 Corinthians 11:23-26)

With the conclusion of these words of institution, some plastic cups, cheap wine, or Welch's, a wide variety of bread, wafers, and crackers, the communicate body of Christ reenters society. A Benediction, Doxology and perhaps a closing hymn and we are finally on our way. Amen!

"On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand."

When is the last time we truly examined what follows this Biblical context from Paul:

Therefore whoever eats this bread or drinks this cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord. But let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of the bread and drink of the cup. For he who eats and drinks in an unworthy manner eats and drinks judgement to himself, not discerning the Lord's body. For this reason many are weak and sick among you, and many sleep. For if we would judge ourselves, we would not be judged. But when we are judged, we are chastened by the Lord, that we may not be condemned with the world. (1 Corinthians 11:27-32)

Notice the conditional context. Our context, across denominational lines and within the lineage of our own sect is something like. "I'm cool, we're cool, Jesus is cool. Amen!" But if we were truly to examine ourselves would our church really turn out like the Kingdome on this beautiful March morning. A big bang, a cloud of dust, and a small pile of rubble.

True examination leads to repentance. That does not mean some liturgical ritual of repentance, for we are all so capable of creating an artificial idol that justifies our own self imputed, ourselves holiness. True repentance must come from, that we have been with, or through our eyes of faith have glimpsed the risen Lord. With out an understanding of our own wretched life, which only comes through Christ, we are incapable of judging our unworthiness, therefore He judges us instead.

For he who eats and drinks in an unworthy manner eats and drinks judgement to himself, not discerning the Lord's body. For this reason many are weak and sick among you, and many sleep. For if we would judge yourselves, we would not be judged. But when we are judged, we are chastened by the Lord, that we may not be condemned with the world.

So you really did dose off in the Sunday service, and you are the pastor. Part of our problem is we really think it is all about us. "On Christ the solid rock I stand, all other ground is sinking sand," is really mostly about me, my time, my place. True communion within the body of Christ should be something like, "In Christ, the solid mountain we stand, all other ground is just that." It doesn't rhyme, but when the earthquake comes and all earth turns to jello, or when the devil sets off his charges, we truly see how well our personal kingdome stands. It should be reassuring to know that if it is filled with the solid rock of Christ and His New Covenant people, gathered from every tribe and nation, from the Garden of Eden to the new creation garden, the eternal Jerusalem, our house will stand. We are not alone. We are part of an adopted eternal family, an eternal community of all who are in Christ, the King who doesn't need a stadium.

The American religion based upon the conversion experience does not tend to develop an understanding of the cooperative maturation that is required to become one with Christ. It is like we want to be married, we try to be content and just have the ring, the friendship, the house, the sex and the rest, but we are unable to accomplish real tough work of a true Godly marriage. We are unequally yoked with an unbelieving world. It is in that context many of us easily get married to the world, but one day Christ knocks and demands a divorce, even though we cannot see a way, for we missed all the easy doors, or walked through the wrong one. Without that divorce however, we truly cannot understand the true nature of Christ's everlasting love for us and for His bride. We cannot be what God is calling us to be, we are perhaps frustrated, confused and yes, even hurt. For we do not understand.

I have been there done, that. Even in reflection it seems a real weird way to run a church. I did the best, from a religious perspective, I knew how to do, and it still turned into cloud of dust (to use a correct four letter word) as my kingdom fell. To help others, who were nearly as stupid, or simple as I, really doesn't cut it, either. There is something in that communion with Christ, that I can only get in context with this whole body/church issue and I can not do it on my own, because it is totally bigger than my shallow understanding can now see.

The first step is the same as practiced in revivalism. That is repentance, individually and corporately. To judge ourselves lest we be judged. Only then can we begin to experience the healing of ourselves, and of others. In that context the weak and sick among us , and many sluggards can awaken to a new restoration of the church based upon our everlasting communion with the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. That is a Kingdome that will not last just a quarter of a century and then be destroyed. That is an everlasting Kingdom in which all of God's people will cheer with everlasting joy and truly understand the concept of God's love for His new covenant people. Repentance is a continual stepping process as we walk on with Christ, learning that our worry of divorce from the world, was really almost stupid compared to the natural and supernatural gifts God has prepared for His children.

PRAYER PLANTS

Last week, especially Wednesday and Thursday were very difficult. Even though I worked very hard at trying to make things work, they only worked out wrong. Friday was better, and right now it seems as if everything is back on track Now, it is just time to see when the next train is scheduled, but now one seems to know. Please continue to pray for personnel and finances, especially in the long term, as well as the proper understanding of the timing required to complete our move.

Bread of the world in mercy broken, Wine of the soul in mercy shed,
By whom words of life were spoken and in whose death our sins are dead.

Look on our heart by sorrow broken, Look on tears by sinner shed;
And be this feast to us a token That by they grace our souls are fed. Amen

Reginald Heber, 1783-1826
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