John H. Armstrong From my earliest remembrance, as I was growing up in an evangelical Christian church, I thought often about the Lord’s Supper. In front of me every week, in a plain and mostly unadorned sanctuary, were the words of the Lord Jesus, carved into the table below the pulpit: “Do This in Remembrance of Me.” This meal was not celebrated very often in my home church, but when it was included in our worship, it had a strong attraction for me. I
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