The Fifth Wednesday of Lent

March 5, 2008

LET US BREAK BREAD TOGETHER 

Let us break bread together on our knees;
let us break bread together on our knees.

Refrain

When I fall on my knees,
with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy on me.

Let us drink wine together on our knees;
let us drink wine together on our knees. (Refrain)

Let us praise God together on our knees;
let us praise God together on our knees. (Refrain)

Text: African American spiritual

When I think about meaningful hymns, my thoughts rush back to childhood Sundays and my Mom playing KFRM radio on a great big console TV/radio/stereo before and after church. We heard a wide mix of artists, from Tennessee Ernie Ford to Mahalia Jackson to Etta James. We listened to that music until Sunday dinner was served. We had a house full of boys interested in sports, and it was often a struggle to get the music turned off for the afternoon football or basketball game. Mercifully, as far as the boys were concerned, the program ended around 1 p.m.

I remember most the tunes we had sung at church, the ones that Mom, as we were getting dinner ready, was moved to sing out loud along with the radio. Almost always those were the hymns that everyone at church knew best and sang loudest. Those sounds stirred my soul even though I wasn’t very musical. I still feel that way when we sing old spirituals, or when we have string and brass musicians in the choir loft, especially on Easter Sunday.

The most meaningful part of worship for me is communion. The hymn that everyone seems to know best and sing with the most soul and conviction is “Let Us Break Bread Together.” Most in the congregation have their eyes up and heads back, with mouths punctuating every word. Some folks, though, close their eyes, feeling every note deeply. You can almost see their hearts are wide open, soaking in the soulful refrain. “When I fall on my knees, with my face to the rising sun, O Lord, have mercy on me.”

And it still gives me goose bumps.

Lord, help us remember that we celebrate the gift of your son every time we sing to you.

Bruce Brittain 


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