The night before Jesus was crucified, He gathered His twelve disciples in an upper room, where they experienced the origin of a sacred tradition we call “taking communion.” I remember approaching the communion table as a little girl, eager to taste the fresh bread and sweet grape juice that the ushers offered. The preacher said the communion elements represented Jesus’ body, “which was broken for me,” and Jesus’ blood, “which was shed for the remission of my sins.” That sounded good enough to me. For many years I partook of communion with this limited knowledge of what was taking place in the spiritual realm.
Jesus was referring to the Jewish tradition of the groom going to prepare a place for his bride that adjoined his father’s house. He was saying, “I am going to my father’s house to prepare the wedding chamber, where we will one day consummate our love for one another and enjoy each other’s presence throughout all eternity.” Jesus was telling His disciples — and you and me — that He was returning to His Father’s house in order to prepare a place for each one of us, for we are all His beloved bride.