A Night for Remembering

The Rev. Canon Frank Logue gave this sermon from his home
on Maundy Thursday, April 9, 2020 

1 Corinthians 11:23-26 and Luke 22:14-30

Tonight is a night for remembering.

Jesus said, “Do this in remembrance of me.” I want to go deeper with our understanding of what it means to remember, because as I prepared for this liturgy, I saw how remembering connects meaningfully to sheltering in place.

Remembering is bound up tightly with the Holy Eucharist, the central act of remembrance of the Christian community. Jesus instituted the Eucharist the night before he died. Through the Eucharist, we remember Jesus as our Passover lamb, whose death and resurrection set us free from bondage to sin.

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Through the Eucharist, we retell how our Lord made a new covenant with us on the night he was betrayed. But in the Eucharist, we don’t simply remember the meal, in the sense of recalling that this is something Jesus did one night a long time ago. We take part in that Eucharistic meal. Even now when those worshipping online can’t receive the consecrated bread and wine that are Christ’s body and blood, we all enter into the story to make Jesus’ story our own story.

I remember so clearly one day when I experienced this idea being lived out so seamlessly. I went to Folkston, Georgia to visit Rhoda Maxwell. Her son was King of Peace’s Treasurer, Neil, who I relied on so much when planting the church. Rhoda was in rehabilitation for a broken hip. As we visited, Mrs. Maxwell told me about her life, about her family. But more than once she seamlessly switched from stories of how God had acted in her own life to Jesus’ story.

She could effortlessly go from a story about Neil growing up to say, “Do you remember that time when Jesus was cooking fish on the beach and his disciples did not recognize him at first, then Peter jumped in the water and swam for shore once he knew it was Jesus?” Her quick transitions caught me off guard at first. On subsequent visits with her I found that the story of God’s love shown through Jesus’ life was so integrated with her own story that those sudden switches in conversation came natural for her.

I have thought in the years since, that when I grow up, I want to be like that. In fact, when we all grow up spiritually, we will be something like that. We will weave the story of God’s love through our lives so that our lives and God’s ongoing story of reconciliation found in scripture might form one tightly woven narrative.

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