I can explain, but this isn’t in the form of a complaint, by any means, rather a form of a confession.
My husband and I are grateful, happy members of Northbrook Baptist in Cullman, AL. Communion or the Lord’s supper as it is sometimes referred to, is a special and memorable time in our church. For years, I’ve enjoyed “doing this in remembrance of me.” I Corinthians 11:24.
But lately I’ve run into some snags. It’s mostly my uncoordinated self that is to blame. Our church has switched from the familiar bread on a separate tray and the small cups of grape juice on another container with slots. Today, we use a packet that contains both bread and juice. The bread is on top, and the juice is on the bottom. One can access them individually by peeling back the little tabs.
But the tabs appear to be stuck together and if not separated correctly, only the juice will be accessible. That’s where I ran into trouble last Sunday. The plastic was hard to peel so I yanked it with too much force. You guessed it. I only opened the juice and the red substance spilled onto my white jeans. At the end of the service, I walked out of church with red stains up and down one leg.
Though the Lord’s Supper is very important to me, this Sunday I had trouble concentrating on the pastor and not my white jeans. I’m grateful my Savior, Jesus looks only upon our inside and not our outer being.
P.S. I sprayed my jeans with laundry stain remover but am waiting to see the results.