Sharing One Cup
One of our early church experiences in Maputo, Mozambique was a stretching one for me. Having grown up in the protestant churches, we always had lots of individual little cups for the communion service, and those were filled with grape juice and passed around for church members to take, along with the wafers or crackers that represented the body of Christ.
We had not been in Mozambique long when one Sunday we traveled out to the village, out from town a bit, to attend church with other missionaries and locals. We were honored as special guests and seated on the front rows, which did not thrill introverted me at all, but we did as we were instructed to do.
There was energetic singing, dancing, and preaching which I enjoyed, but when it came time for communion, I started to squirm. They were passing around one cup of wine, and everyone was watching us on the front row, so we had to take our turn, drinking after a bunch of strangers.
My mind spun with all of the different diseases in Africa that we had never been exposed to before, and one of my greatest fears about going had been one or more of us dying of some exotic illness. All kinds of tragic scenarios ran through my mind as I sipped, fearing that we would catch something horrible. I could imagine the headlines:
“Missionary family dies from ebola after drinking communion wine.”
I don’t even know how one gets ebola or if they have ever had it in Mozambique, but you get the idea. It doesn’t seem like a big deal now, especially since we didn’t get sick, but back then, it was frightening for me. I sipped and prayed that we would not become ill, and we didn’t.
God protected us so many times, and he still does. How often are we exposed to deadly germs? How many near wrecks do we have? How many times do we nearly fall, but we are caught just in time as children, or even adults? How many illnesses do we recover from if we do become ill?
We take countless mercies for granted every day. God has rescued us from so many terrible fates that might have befallen us. When I am discouraged, I need to look back at all of the fears that God has delivered us from, and then I can hope and expect that He will do it again.