From the time I started taking communion in third grade, I loved communion bread. To say loved might be an understatement, and in my household, that was not an uncommon thought. My sister and I had this tendency of asking for our mother to bake communion bread for all of the major life events we faced. Birthdays, anniversaries, the return home from college, the return back to college…it didn’t matter. We wanted communion bread.

Even coming home from my year on Captive Free, I had one request of my mother: communion bread for the trip home. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get her hands on the recipe and I asked too last minute, so we didn’t have it.

Today, however, I set to work in the kitchen to bake the Norwegian Flat Bread my sister and I grew up calling communion bread to celebrate her trip into town! My first batch had a few errors, but the second turned out just like I remembered it. And in baking communion bread, I was able to remember the moments I was so blessed as a child to make it with my mother. But I also had another realization.

Communion Bread | www.graceaccepted.comChrist commanded us to eat of his body and drink of his blood in remembrance of him. We do that – we sit in worship on Sundays and Wednesdays (and some days in between), listen to the words of institution, and accept the grace that overflows from his sacrifice. In those moments we have a tangible representation of his forgiveness and gift of eternal life.

Yet, in everything we do – from baking communion bread at home to worship on Sundays and all of our actions in between – we should remember the sacrifice Christ made for us on the cross. The giving of his own life out of love for us so we may know the joy that awaits us in Heaven. I’m definitely guilty of the auto-pilot syndrome. I often walk through life with little thought of my savior and how, without his love and strength, I wouldn’t be able to put one foot in front of the other. Yet, all in all I do, I should strive to remember him and his amazing gift of grace.

Grace doesn’t come to us just when we remember our baptism, or eat of his body and drink of his blood. It comes to us whenever we seek him and cry out for him. It comes to us when we love others and we love our heavenly father. It comes whenever we ask because he has chosen and remembers us.

We just have to choose and remember him, too.

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