However, I must ask--could this Corinthian conundrum possibly prove to be a present-day predicament at Pleasant Valley???
Okay...maybe I'm exaggerating...a little... ;)
Nevertheless...this verse came to mind as the events unfolded in my fellowship Sunday morning, and I was almost unable to partake of the blood of the covenant.
I was in the second of the two worship services that my congregation offers on Sunday morning, which, surprisingly, is the smaller crowd. Perhaps this was part of the problem. And I was sitting at the end of a pew, because I gotta have my aisle seat. Perhaps that was also part of the problem...because my sitting on the aisle, and my neighbors' sitting on their aisle left a grand canyon of empty pew space in between us. Such was also the case on the row directly in front of me (though not to such an extreme extent.)
Round one went seemingly well. The Guy on my aisle served the bread to the people in front of me, and the Other Guy at the other end of the pew served the bread to those across their
Round two did not progress as smoothly. The folks in front of me decided to reach out across their chasm (which, as mentioned, was slightly smaller than mine) and go ahead and pass the blood of Christ on down to those brethren.
So there stands my Guy next to me, with not a single tray to serve me. I look down to my right, where Other Guy is in the process of serving the three trays that got passed his way...poor Other Guy had an armful, and my Guy had none.
Throughout the years that I've been a Christian, there have, undoubtedly, been situations in which I did not partake of communion on a particular week. There have also actually been at least one or two times that I partook twice in one Sunday. (Hey, I wonder if any of the times that I took it twice can help make up for a couple that I've missed??? But I digress...) However, I have NEVER been in a situation where I was offered one and not the other! I began to get a little nervous...the little beads of sweat started to form...pulse started racing...certain familiar phrases started rushing through my head like "In remembrance of Me," "As often as you do this," and "Proclaim the Lord's death," not to mention that one above about some being left with nothing! This was serious business! The body without the blood??? Is that scriptural?!?!?
Fortunately, my Guy noticed and did not forget about me. Three rows later (when all the trays were back his way), I was served and was able to partake of the blood. But what if he had forgotten? Would I have been immediately struck down, Sapphira-style, for participating in the body without the blood? Would my soul have really been in jeopardy??? Somehow, I doubt it. Nevertheless, I'm extremely grateful that I was served both!
What good is the body without His blood???