The line at the communion table helps me focus in the midst of much that is temporal in life. Jobs and houses don't last. Even the best of relationships don't always endure. But that line to that table will always be there. Somewhere, in some form, it will ALWAYS be there. Believers will be going forward to receive the bread and the wine until Christ returns.
That line reflects to me the best parts of liturgy, those traditions of the church aimed at keeping us in touch with the lineage of the children of God. When I do what my grandmother did, which is what her grandmother did, which is what Martin Luther did, which Peter first did with Jesus Himself, I am in touch with something that transcends my life and personal relationships, yet gives meaning to my life and personal relationships.
This week, my children joined me in that line, and I watched their young forms ahead of me simultaneously aware of the gray haired widowed grandmother behind me in line. I was in line without some people who had been in line with me for years and with some new people who had only just joined. Nevertheless, the line continued, with individuals coming forward as a group to receive the bread and wine, as well as the grace that accompanies those symbols, remembering Jesus' body and blood broken on our behalf. Congregations across the world joined that line, one that has been moving for 2000 years and that will continue to move until Jesus' return. The community of saints who stand together as His body, finding nourishment from His head.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen. The Apostles' Creed
Luke 22:19 Do this is remembrance of me.