| The Preacher’s Corner By Rev. Dr. Milton Winter Chihuahua makes assistance at first home-served Communion memorable Will
Berger and Sally Hughes, pastor friends of mine in Franklin, Tenn.,
told me Sunday that they were going out that afternoon to take Holy
Communion to church members who were infirm and unable to join the
congregation at morning worship. This is a lovely custom which is
falling into disuse in some quarters. It is, however, a practice which
requires some ability to innovate, as the minister does not have all
the furniture and furnishings that are present in the church to make
the occasion comforting and impressive. A coffee table or hospital tray
must serve as an altar, the large communion chalice is replaced by a
small vessel — which may be difficult for an ill or elderly person to
grasp, and there may be interruptions from the household or hospital
staff. Still, clergy are happy to perform this ministry whenever it is
requested. And I could not help warning my
friends of a certain mishap that occurred on the occasion of my first
opportunity to assist in the administration of Holy Communion. We went
to call on a fine, elderly couple who lived near the church, and whom I
loved. All the children of Cleveland,
Mississippi, knew the wife of this couple, even if they did not know
her name. Mrs. Janette Smith-Vaniz had been the head of our school
cafeteria, and I remember with great fondness her hamburgers, chicken
and dumplings, turkey and dressing at holidays, and above all those
wonderful yeasty homemade rolls! Our minister was
given to lengthy and sonorous prayers, and we were treated to one of
these as the bread and wine lay spread before us on the coffee table in
the front parlor of the Smith-Vaniz home. I did think the prayer was
getting rather long for folks who were so frail — but everyone had
their heads bowed and eyes closed — except me. Dog fancier that I am, I was interested in the couple’s little black Chihuahua who was part of the family circle. With
almost feline stealth, the little dog had hopped up on the low table,
and while our pastor prayed, was nibbling up the bits of consecrated
bread and lapping up the last drops of wine from the chalice, wagging
her tail in innocent delight! I could hardly contain my laughter. Now
in some churches this could occasion a major theological discussion! In
medieval times the theologians are supposed to have spilled a great
deal of ink speculating what would happen should a mouse eat a crumb of
the consecrated bread. Would the mouse go to heaven? Or would heaven’s
wrath be incurred for such sacrilege? And there is a story from England
in the long ago when in the middle of the service a dog ran into the
church and stole the communion loaf from the altar, spoiling the
congregation’s Christmas communion. This, and incidents like it are
said to have been one of the purposes of altar rails. Of course there
are no “rails” around coffee tables when the communion is administered
in the home, and so the validity of such provisions is illustrated. Well,
our pastor and both the Smith-Vanizs were mystified when the prayers
were ended and the administration of the bread and wine was attempted.
Only the little dog and I knew the truth, and I wasn’t talking!
Fortunately, there was more of both, and the little service was
completed with all proper dignity. I trust my friends Will and Sally
had no such difficulties as they went forth a-ministering last Sunday.
But if they did, and if they are good at remembering, it will remind
them of a truth I believe in with all my heart — that God has a sense
of humor, and that even the antics of a little dog can remind us of the
grace-filled care of our heavenly Father.
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