Nestling around our small round table, our family sits stuffed from our evening meal.  The excitement rises and bubbles in the room as  some of us begin to carry out new plates from the kitchen. Warm, sticky, chocolaty squares intoxicate me with their rich smell.  I watch each one pass by with my mouth gaping a little.  It’s been seven weeks since I enjoyed a soft, melt in your mouth, grand finale like this.  I lean in on my husband, as if the torture is too much to bear.

 “I want a brownie,” I say.

     Yes, it’s true, I want to sink my teeth into one- even though just one might not be enough to make up  for the lost time.  I suppose deep down, beyond my fondness for chocolate, what I want most of all is to share in this experience with my family.  I want to share in the memory making of the whole night together in our new rental house.  I feel like I am missing out though, left out of the party, left out of the memorable experience somehow- and I don’t like it.

     I think memories are solidified in my brain around food.  Isn’t it amazing how certain foods can bring us back to special moments in time?  My Gramma’s cookies had a way of triggering silly memories long ago. Their warm, crispy, chip melting goodness always sent me back to childhood fun.  At Christmas, when we’d drop our teeth into a  warm, sweet  cookie one of us would find a surprise-  a cat hair tucked inside- making us all shiver with the willies and the giggles. 

 
 

Now, when my mom or I mix up these cookies- it’s like we are keeping her memory alive and  we celebrate her life every time we bake them for those we love.

     Remembering is still important to me.

On Sundays, I get to remember what Jesus did for me on the cross by taking communion.  I am so grateful, because I know that not every churchgoer has this opportunity each week.  I’m thankful also for the hope that he’s given believers for a fellowship meal yet to come.  A meal with no worries attached, no dietary exemptions, no calories to add up- a celebration with the Savior who never forgets what he promises to those who love him. 

“When the hour came, Jesus and his apostles reclined at the table.  and he said to them, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover with you before I suffer.  For I tell you, I will not eat it again until it finds fulfillment in the kingdom of God.”

     After taking the cup, he gave thanks and said, “Take this and divide it among you.  For  I tell you I will not drink again of  the fruit of the vine until the kingdom of God comes.”

     And he took the bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”

     In the same way, after the supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood, which is poured out for you…”  Luke22:14-20 (NIV)