My grandmother spent several years of her adult life living with her bachelor uncle. She was a teacher, and he owned a country grocery store that was about a quarter mile away from the house where they lived.

In the summer, Mama would cook lunch for Uncle Forrest. When she rang the large bell that was mounted in the back yard, Uncle Forrest knew that his meal was ready, and he would come to eat.

God doesn’t exactly ring a bell for us, but he calls us to a special meal—the Lord’s Supper–every week. This meal reminds us that Jesus gave his broken body and shed blood to save us.  We should eagerly look forward to enjoying this special meal with our brothers and sisters in Christ.

“On the first day of the week we came together to break bread…”—Acts 20:7.