Another Communion Milestone

Yesterday I was on the list to serve communion at church. Luke was with me when I checked in and asked if he could help me serve. There are a couple of other people who have their sons help - the man organizing the servers being one of them. (We call him the "Worship Director," which has some huge theological implications best saved for another post.) I couldn't really think of a reason why I should not let him, so when it came time, he and I went to serve.

Here are some of the thoughts I was thinking while standing in the back waiting for the person giving the communion thoughts was speaking:

• We don't have a Children's Worship or whatever we called it at Brentwood to train people how to serve communion. That's where I learned the specifics. I can remember very little about it now; I just now that is where I was "officially" taught.
• I thought about what I wanted Luke to know about communion. (He knows a lot about the sacrifice Jesus made already. I have said often that Luke is the best theologian in our house.)
• I also thought about what I wanted him to know about the actually process of serving communion. I did not come up with something specific here except I wanted him to be aware of what was going on around him and that serving people communion was more than the tuck-and-pass, as my friends Daniel and Trent call it.
• I thought about the first communion I celebrated after Luke was born. You can talk all day about what it means to sacrifice your son - actually having one drastically changes your perspective.
• Just like that day, I fought back tears as I recognized the significance of celebrating this moment with Luke. It is one of many moments we have shared together as he continues to grow up and become more of a young man - ok, young, young man. Old child? - and becomes more of the man God is calling him to be.

He did great, by the way. Very attentive to where the plates were and held the juice plate with both hands. I am proud of him for that, but even more proud of him for his heart and that he really is the light of Jesus.

Bummer!

I was bummed about the Cowboys losing for a couple of reasons. One, because I wanted them to do well. I am a fan, after all. Two, because I still hold to the belief that every child should see their team win the Super Bowl at least once in their life time. Luke is just getting to that age where he is really into football and starting to understand what is going on. Watching the games on a Sunday afternoon has become a more special time than when it was just me.

He is at least still enough of a fan to wear his jersey to school today - and his Tony Romo poster is still facing out, instead of turned against the wall like someone I know once did...