Joseph’s First Sacrament
For, behold, I say unto you, that it mattereth not what ye shall eat or what ye shall drink when ye partake of the sacrament, if it so be that ye do it with an eye single to my glory—remembering unto the Father my body which was laid down for you, and my blood which was shed for the remission of your sins. (D&C 27: 2)
Now that Joseph is 18 months old, he will be going into our church nursery, where he will be getting a short lesson each week. I know from when I was a teacher in there, that one of the lessons is about the sacrament. So I figured with no sign that Joseph’s allergies are going to go away any time soon, I would make arrangements for him to have his own bread to be blessed.
I talked about it with our bishop in our old ward (to complicate things, we moved last month) and he said it would be no problem. We would provide his own cracker, or whatever in a plastic baggy to put on the sacrament table to be blessed. Then the deacon who would pass to our row (it would be helpful if we sat in the same area each week) would take that bag, put it in his pocket, and then give it to us when he got to our row.
We mentioned this to our new bishop, and he said they had not had to make such accommodations in this ward, but to talk to the deacon’s quorum president, whose responsibility it was to make sure that each member of the ward was able to take the sacrament. So the next week, I brought the prepared bag in, and took it up to the Aaronic Priesthood preparing the sacrament. The deacon’s quorum president hadn’t arrived yet, but one of the teachers setting up had experience with this sort of thing before. So, he took the bag and we returned to our seat.
Things went pretty smoothly with the handoff. I was surprised to find that the cracker was on the tray when it reached our row, but I don’t know when it was placed on there. At least I doubt Joseph would react from the small cross-contamination it could get from that. I’ll still talk with the deacon assigned to our row for more details next time.
I am so grateful that Joseph is able to partake of this sacred ordinance. I’ve heard of other churches where the bread has to be made a certain way, leaving those who can’t tolerate gluten to go without. I am grateful that in revealing to the prophet Joseph Smith that it doesn’t matter what you eat for the sacrament, Christ provided not only for times of want, but also for those who are unable to tolerate the regular bread. I know that He is mindful of my little boy and his challenges, and I am so grateful for the help I’ve received through His Spirit. And each time Joseph takes his special sacrament, I remember that because of Christ’s resurrection, if Joseph never outgrows his allergies, then at least when he is resurrected, he will be able to eat the same foods as everyone else.