by Sandy Dockter
I was baptized and confirmed in a little Missouri Synod church in Corona, South Dakota. We were expected to “announce” our communion intention by meeting individually with the pastor prior to the service. Communion was celebrated once each month. During the communion service on Sunday morning, we knelt next to the pews for confession … on the concrete floor. We knelt at the altar to receive the bread (real bread) and wine (from one common cup) … on padded kneelers. I still love to kneel when I receieve communion. For me it is that extra act of humbling myself before my God as he gives me his precious gift.
PS: Trinity Lutheran Church in Corona is still holding weekly services. My sister in law plays the organ (purchased from funds started by my mother’s memorial gift). My brother has been called on to “preach” a sermon when the pastor was ill. There are no longer enough young families with children to continue their Sunday School classes. We may be seeing the end of an era for that little faith community in the not too distant future.
During Lent 2011, we are encouraging the St. Philip the Deacon community to reflect on the Sacrament of Holy Communion — recalling early memories, describing memorable celebrations of Communion, or reflecting on how Communion informs daily life. This post is part of that series. We invite your reflections about Communion, as well. If you would like to submit something for this series, please send it to Pastor Cheryl Mathison at firstname.lastname@example.org.