Do a little background reading in Act 10.....
Sunday morning drama. My oldest daughter and I disagreed on the definition of church clothes. She slammed doors and screamed as the hour got later. I sent Wayne on to Bible Fellowship with the four "obedient" children. I stayed back to calm the tempest. Lending my favorite pair of earrings made her smile through the tears...She softened up enough to let me in her closet. Together, we chose a cute tunic and leggings to match her new sparkly flats. I don't always dish out grace....
As I scanned the sanctaury for an available pew, I noticed the altar table....On no, Communion.
I can't partake. Not today, not with this heart.
The sermon on Acts 10 revealed my own disobedience. For the past two years I've refused to take the next step. In all honestly, I'm perfectly happy not being a pastor's wife. I see preacher-eaters in every congregation and I loathe them. Am I like Peter? There isn't anything more common than a back-stabbing cheat, is there? Peter condemned every Gentile, I've condemned every little Baptist church!
What God has cleansed you must not call common. Acts 10:15
In truth, I perceive that God shows no partiality. But in every nation whoever fears Him and works righteousness is accepted by Him. Acts 10:34-35.
Speaking as a Gentile, I am grateful that Peter took the next step and obediently took the Gospel across the divide. I also know that the same applies to me. I can't refuse to go, preacher-eaters or not.
Yesterday will be a Communion that I'll never forget.