Communion

I'll just come out and say it: I'm a horrible person. I don't like Communion. To me the once a month repetitive I Cor. 11 thing gets old and tired, and everything about it is rote and devoid of life. And if you don't get I Cor. 11 thrown at you, you get a sermon that has nothing to do with anything, then at the end a desperate attempt by the pastor to make Communion relevant.
I try. I do try. I want desperately to look forward to Communion. I want desperately for it to mean something to me. I want desperately to give it the respect it deserves. I've even thought about bringing it up at small group as something I need help with in order to further my walk.
So when I walked into church this morning, my automatic reaction was, 'Oh crap, I forgot it's the first Sunday of the month. Fine, whatever.'
And then our intern gave a sermon about the road to Emmaus.
I like that story. It's all marked up in my Bible. Any time the NT says, 'Look, it's all right there in the OT,' I get happy. What can I say? I'm a Jew. I like the thought of being able to look at the OT and see JESUS right there.
Things I took away from the sermon (whether the intern said them or not):
1) Cleopas and his friend were already talking about JESUS when HE came into their midst
2) Cleopas and his friend were followers of JESUS, well-versed in the Scriptures and eager to hear more
3 (this I know the intern said, though he said it better)) Cleopas and his friend invited JESUS into the home at which they were staying, and yet JESUS was the one serving. HE was the one who took, broke, and served the bread. As soon as JESUS was invited to the table, HE became the Host. It became HIS table, the LORD's table.
4) And that's when their eyes were opened