To the person who didn’t take the sacrament today:
I noticed today that when I passed you the tray full of broken bread—the sacred symbol of our Savior’s body and sacrifice—that you didn’t take any. You immediately handed it to the person next to you.
I noticed that you did the same thing when the water—the sacred symbol of our Savior’s blood and Atonement—was passed to us by the same innocent deacon in a starched white shirt.
I noticed when you did this that you never looked up, shifting uncomfortably in your seat, and I felt a little embarrassed at the culture we live in, where repentance and personal worthiness are sometimes looked on as a thing of shame.
I have to be honest; I’ve judged you in the past. You didn’t know it because I respectfully half-smiled and looked away when you didn’t take the sacrament before handing me the tray, but I’m ashamed to admit that the thought crossed my mind about what sin you’d committed that made you unworthy to take one small piece of bread and one small plastic cup of water.
What right or reason did I have to judge you? None.
I saw the mote in your eye before I saw the beam in mine, and I forgot that it takes more courage to acknowledge a weakness than to acknowledge a strength. While I wasn’t a good disciple the day I judged you, you taught me some lessons that I want to thank you for.
Thank you for showing me what true discipleship looks like.
You reminded me that a true disciple of Christ is focused on coming closer to Christ, not on measuring how close to Christ everyone else is. We are each on an individual path of repentance. Being a disciple is difficult and takes work, and you reminded me to reflect on the weaknesses I need help overcoming and that I am not judged by man but by God. So are you. You already know whose opinion matters most.
Thank you for teaching me what repentance is and where it comes from.
You reminded me that repentance is personal and that it's a process I need to be engaged in weekly. I have made my own poor decisions, and sometimes that includes forgetting to truly focus on changing myself, not simply asking for forgiveness and calling it a day. As I thought back through my own week, I remembered many things that I needed to correct, and that I need my Savior to do it. You are miles ahead of me in that lesson.
Thank you for reminding me what the sacrament is really about.
You reminded me that if I’m focused on what those around me are doing, my mind is not focused on the sacred emblems I am partaking of. It is not just one small piece of bread and plastic cup of water. It is a symbol and a reminder of a covenant I made and need to keep. What has perhaps become a habit for me still represents a serious covenant and a sincere desire to change and improve to you. Thank you for helping me recognize my "check box" attitude.
Thank you for teaching me humility.
Maybe your head was actually bent toward the ground in worship more than mine. You remind and show me that you recognize God's power and your need for His help. Pride often gets the better of me, but your humble attitude reminds me how to truly worship. Instead of lifting my head and watching others, I could do a better job of reflecting on myself and worshipping my Savior. Your posture reminded me of this.
Thank you for teaching me love.
As I've thought about this situation, I've realized that I need to show Christlike love for others at all times, but especially when others are struggling. Instead of judging, I could have reached out a hand in love. We don't need to know a person's past or struggles to love them. We need to encourage and treat each other the way the Savior would and does. Thank you for reminding me that Christ is the only one who can truly heal us, but we can still help soothe wounds.
In short, thank you for taking the sacrament seriously. You reminded me of the weight of the ordinance offered each week, and I am grateful.
I look forward to sitting next to you again next Sunday.
A fellow Latter-day Saint