I’ve recently been reading through the Memoir and Remains of R.M.McCheyne with a couple of the church staff – McCheyne was a Scottish minister in the 19th Century who had a remarkable ministry but died at the age of 28. I read the book 25 years ago and in reading it again wish I’d gone back to it in the intervening years. I was struck particularly in the quotation below regarding the Lord’s Supper and wanted to share it with you as we prepare ourselves over the next two Sunday’s to meet around the Lord’s Table again. I pray that it will help you as it has helped me.
“Dear friends, it is this that is set before you in the broken bread and poured out wine, – the whole work of Christ for the salvation of sinners. The love and grace of the Lord Jesus are all gathered into focus there. The love of the Father; the covenant with the Son; the love of Jesus; His incarnation, obedience, death; all are set before you in that broken bread and wine. It is a sweet, silent sermon. Many a sermon contains not Christ from beginning to end. Many show Him doubtfully and imperfectly. But here is nothing else but Christ and Him crucified. Most rich and speaking ordinance! Pray that the very sight of that broken bread may break your hearts, and make them flow to the Lamb of God. Pray for conversions from the sight of the broken bread and poured out wine. Look attentively, dear souls and little children, when the bread is broken and the wine poured out. It is a heart-affecting sight. May the Holy Spirit bless it. Dear believers, look you attentively, to get deeper, fuller views of the way of pardon and holiness. A look from the eye of Christ to Peter broke and melted his proud heart, – he went out and wept bitterly. Pray that a single look of that broken bread may do the same for you. When the Roman centurion, that watched beside the cross of Jesus, saw him die and the rocks rend, he cried out, “Truly this was the Son of God!” Look at this broken bread, and you will see the same thing, and may your heart be made to cry after the Lord Jesus. When the dying thief looked on the pale face of Immanuel, and saw the holy majesty that beamed from his dying eye, he cried, “Lord, remember me!” This broken bread reveals the same thing. May the same grace be given you, and may you breathe the cry, Lord, remember me.”
Memoirs and Remains of R.M.McCheyne – p416/17