JB has just started staying in Church for the entire service. Normally, he would stay until the Children’s Sermon and then go to the nursery. Communion Sunday rolled around and I realized that I hadn’t explained to him what we were going to do. I leaned over and whispered to him that we were going to walk down front and pray and take the Sacrament — I explained what that was. I told him that he could walk down front, kneel down and ask God to forgive him for the bad things he had done, but I didn’t want him to take the Sacrament until he understood it a little better. I walked down front with JB behind me. Ron said that before he could stop the server, she gave him a cracker. That was okay, but then Brother Will leaned down and said, “JB, the blood of Jesus for you.” JB threw his hand up and said, “NO THANK YOU! I don’t think so!” Well, I was horrified. Needless to say, We came home and had a long talk about Communion.

I could finally laugh at JB not wanting to drink any blood, but pondered the situation a little deeper. A five year old in not understanding, turned down the blood Jesus. How many times have I, in understanding, said no to the blood Jesus. A simple truth – a simple gospel. Yet, I many times feel like Paul when he wonders why his body won’t do what his spirit wants to do.