Most of us think of communion as a sacred thing – something done at Passover or Easter, performed once a year in a formal church service while serious believers are dressed in their Sunday best. The room is solemn and the temperature reverent. If I were to be honest, it is one of my favorite parts of coming together with other Christians – I love the tradition and symbolism.

But are we getting it right??

The first communion was set around a table, with friends sitting on the floor and lounging on cushions in an upper room, while sharing a meal and relationship with their teacher, Jesus.

Interestingly, the definition of communion is two-fold. One holds true to the images in my head, but the other resounds more deeply within my soul.

Communion defined is: 1.the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially when the exchange is on a mental or spiritual level.

2.the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consecrated and shared.synonyms:the Eucharist, Holy Communion, the Lord’s Supper, Mass 

It would seem to me that if the primary function of the word is to share a level of intimacy, communion would be something we can do on our own.

‘Then He took the cup, and gave thanks, and said, “Take this and divide it among yourselves; for I say to you, [a]I will not drink of the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.”And He took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is My body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of Me.” ‘ – Luke 22:17-19

Is it possible that the most beautiful and effective manner in which to connect with Jesus, is to take communion whenever we think of him? Could this sacred act be the positioning of heart which brings about the most sacred of conversations with our Lord?

Years ago I was in a season requiring breakthrough, and a wise and dear friend suggested I take communion whenever I felt led. So, I purchased a bottle of grape juice, box of crackers and set aside a small cup and plate specifically for my times of prayer. Not only did I experience a deeper level of relationship with the Holy Spirit, but I began to walk in a greater awareness of the intimate knowing my soul longs to share with my God. Even more compelling was walking in the understanding of just how close the Lord truly is, as my deepest moment of breakthrough actually came as I was driving the kids to school, praying and eating my cracker on the road.

God can move anywhere. 

Never forget that the God of Israel does not live in a box – His facets are infinite and His grace abundant. He will always meet us where we are – sometimes we just need to reposition ourselves to make room. With every day we are given the opportunity to live a life full of meaning and depth in a world so devoid of both. Step, my friend, into ALL that God has for you in His words – 

He longs to commune with you.


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