It was my grandmother’s job to prepare communion for the little country church where she worshiped. One Saturday night, she noticed that she didn’t have any grape juice. This was a problem, since she lived ten miles from the nearest town, and besides that, all the stores would be closed for the weekend.

What would she do? Racking her brain, she finally came up with a solution. She had some grape jelly, so she mixed it with water until it had the consistency of juice. She took it to church the next day, and no one noticed the substitution.

I doubt that the Lord is offended if we have to improvise occasionally in order to observe his supper. He is pleased whenever we choose to obey him by participating in this celebration that helps us remember his sacrificial death that saved us from our sins.

“For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.”—1 Corinthians 11:26.