Sitting in a bush church building preparing to take communion my eyes were drawn to a man on my right. I had spent most of the morning walking with him along the river where these men and women call home. Now, as my son began to prepare them for communion I noticed his hands wrapped tightly around a little black wooden cup. As I let my eyes drift among the other 300 people waiting for the bread and juice they too had their own cups.
“Do this in remembrance of me”, Jesus said to the 12 that night long ago, and I thought how could they not remember walking and talking with Jesus those three years. “Do this in remembers of Me”, I heard Bill say as he and the other leaders began breaking bread and serving the juice. Now, I thought, they can remember Jesus because the light of the gospel has been delivered to them and they have stepped from darkness to light. From Genesis to Revelations they have been taught the truth of God’s Word.
I have preached and broke bread in Churches from Northern Canada to Southern Tasmania Australia, but as I look at those hands holding that old cup I realize this is the best it gets. “Remember Me” He said and here in the middle of the PNG jungle a man clings to the small black cup waiting to worship Jesus as he drinks the juice that represents the blood that set him free. If a man is saved how can he not remember what God has done, and how can I not remember you who are faithful to give and pray that Janie and I can be a small part of God’s work in PNG. Jack Housley
