Summary: Our time at the Lord’s Table calls us to a different way of living; a way that rises above all hatred and division, a way of peace and unity, a way of grace and love that reflects the very love of Jesus Christ himself; this is the significance of World Co
In the years since 9-11, we’ve heard a lot of stories; stories of heroes, stories of spouses and children left behind, stories of miraculous rescues, and survivor stories. I came across one survivor’s story this week, and I found it especially pertinent as we celebrate World Communion Sunday today:
“A young man in his twenties lived through the terror of being in the World Trade Center on the day the twin towers came down. He was on the forty-seventh floor and when the people were told to stay, his youth and his instincts told him otherwise. He ran down fort-seven flights to safety.” It would seem natural this man would be struck with a sense of survivor’s guilt—he survived when so many others that day did not. But as it turns out, that was not the struggle the young man faced in the weeks and months that followed 9-11. “So what was his problem?...It was this: he was unable to get out of his mind the scene that he left behind—people of all ages, races, genders, nationalities praying, [some] in languages he could not [even] understand, in postures of prayer with which he was unfamiliar. All were praying to one God.
“He asked his pastor, ‘What am I to make of that?...Suddenly, my God seemed embarrassingly narrow. As I was running down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think of the God who is claimed by all these people,’ he said.
“This young man had just encountered the one [family] that Jesus calls us to. He had a vision of God’s intent for humanity, a distinct expression of faith: one message, one God, one flock, one shepherd, one hope. He understood that God’s intent for humanity is that we will be one people….”
This is the essence of what we celebrate on World Communion Sunday; the fact that though we are many, though we are diverse, though we live in different countries, and speak different languages, and even pray in different ways, we are all one family, one body, one in Christ Jesus. And yet, we have difficulty comprehending this, don’t we? It’s hard to wrap our heads around this God-sized vision of a world where all humanity is one people; peaceful and united. I think, at our core, we suffer from the same problem as that young 9-11 survivor; our God is too narrow. Without even thinking about it, and with no bad intentions, in our lives God is he, God is white, God is Methodist—or at least Protestant, God is American, and the list could go on. And so we forget that God is creator of all, God is God of all—God is God of the Coptic Christians of Ethiopia; the Catholics in Rome; the Baptists down the street; men, women, and children around the world, and even Muslims and Jews. The God we love, God who is the Father of Jesus Christ, is the God of all people—all ages, and nations, and genders. On this day, we celebrate our God and his big vision. We are reminded of our union with Christians around the world, and we anticipate that day when all of humanity is united as one people, even as Christians are united now.