Thank you Jesus for this understanding! Enjoy
Growing up in the Baptist church, I remember the practice of Holy Communion. I remember the Deacons dressed in black with white gloves and the Deaconesses (Deacons Wives) dressed in white. The table containing the communion elements was covered by a white tablecloth meticulously prepared by those ladies in white. The congregation intrigued by what lied beneath or behind the table cloth once the preacher went behind the table to begin distributing the elements to be served by the deacons. Holy Communion was and is held in high regard as a church ordinance, in as much as the table itself was set apart and reverenced. You couldn’t lean on it, sit something on it, or anything.
I also remember the droves of people that came to church late on the first Sunday of each month, the traditional time set aside for Holy Communion, or stayed outside until after it was…
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