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Experiencing Jesus Through Communion: A 40-Day Prayer Journey to Unlock the Deeper Power of the Lord's Supper

Experiencing Jesus Through Communion: A 40-Day Prayer Journey to Unlock the Deeper Power of the Lord's Supper

by Beni Johnson

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Day 1:


So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink His blood, you have no life in yourselves. The one who eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For My flesh is true food, and My blood is true drink. The one who eats My flesh and drinks My blood remains in Me, and I in him. Just as the living Father sent Me, and I live because of the Father, the one who eats Me, he also will live because of Me. This is the bread that came down out of heaven, not as the fathers ate and died; the one who eats this bread will live forever.” —John 6:53-58 NASB

I was raised in the church. As the saying goes, “I cut my teeth on the wooden pews.” My parents were never officially pastors, but they were always leaders in the church. We called them “lay pastors.” They weren’t licensed, but they helped in the church, mostly with the youth, and were there all of the time.

We definitely spent a lot of time in those wooden pews. For us, though, being at church was just a normal part of life. I never resented how often we were there. I loved it. I don’t remember ever complaining about going to church. That was where our community was; it was how we did family.

I also loved getting to be a part of what God was doing. I suppose that, even then, I was a people-watcher. When the minister would give the altar call, inviting people to come up front and give their lives to the Lord, I would walk right down and sit on the ground by the first pew. I remember one time, the pastor invited people to come to the front to encounter more of the Lord.

I immediately went right down and sat at the end of the first pew. People began to come up, and right away they started to manifest physically. They were crying and rolling around on the ground, encountering the Holy Spirit in new ways. This was many years before the renewal in the ’90s, when this kind of activity became a bit more normal. I had no idea what was going on! But I knew it was the Lord. I don’t remember being scared at all. Even as child, I loved seeing how encountering God changed people.

Our church, like most churches, had a monthly tradition of taking Communion as a congregation. All those who knew Christ as their Savior celebrated the death and resurrection by sharing in Communion. As a young girl, I thought the best part of this was that I got to eat a little wafer and drink a doll-sized cup of juice. That was pretty fun! At that time, I was getting to participate in the joy and celebration of Communion, but it would be many years before I began to fully experience and understand the power of this tool that Jesus gave us.

Father, I long to encounter You in a tangible way today. As I hold the elements of communion in my hands, help me to be physically, mentally, and spiritually aware of Your presence. This is Your body, broken for me. This is Your blood, poured out for me. Thank You, Jesus, for all that You’ve done!

Day 2:


Pray passionately in the Spirit, as you constantly intercede with every form of prayer at all times. Pray the blessings of God upon all his believers. —Ephesians 6:18 TPT

I have always taken Communion whenever I have felt prompted by the Holy Spirit. As an intercessor, I have included Communion as a part of my prayer time. It has always been wonderful and powerful. However, it wasn’t until Bill got sick several years ago that I grabbed on to Communion in a more intentional way. Something shifted for me.

Since that time of taking Communion daily in the hospital with Bill, I don’t wait for Communion Sunday at church or even for the Lord’s nudging. I’ve started to take Communion as a tool in my intercessory toolbox, as a purposeful and proactive part of my relationship with the Lord. I usually take it every day, sometimes multiple times a day, and this new intentionality has shifted my expectation and understanding of the power behind that little wafer and small cup of juice.

On Sunday, April 9, 2017, our church body ended a corporate fast. My husband preached a wonderful sermon on the impact of Communion, and at the end of the service we took Communion as a congregation. We prayed together, applied the blood of Jesus to our families and communities, and celebrated what Jesus did for all mankind. That morning, I prayed—like I always did—for each of my family members. But I also felt moved to pray for two of my best friends’ children who were lost in their spiritual lives. I pleaded the blood of Jesus over their lives and remembered all that Jesus had done for them when He went to the cross. Even after we were finished taking Communion, though, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was supposed to keep praying for them.

Sometimes the Lord invites us into what I like to call seasons of prayer. These are moments in time when something or someone is put on our heart to pray for, and we just can’t let it go. In those seasons, the Holy Spirit will press upon us to keep praying for that specific person or issue. This intense focus may last just a day or much longer. And, in that time of prayer, we may get to see the answer to our prayers or we may just be invited into the process without seeing any specific results. But either way, we continue to pray because we are being pulled to do so. And usually, just as quickly as the season of prayer comes, it will lift.

Praying for the children of my friends lasted for several days. At the end of that time, I knew that I was released from that season of prayer when these two individuals were lifted from my heart. Not that I didn’t still love and pray for them, but they weren’t constantly in front of my face. Even though there hasn’t been a conclusion to their story yet—these two are both still on their journey back to the Lord—I know that that time of praying for them intentionally and taking Communion, pleading the blood of Jesus over their lives, was fruitful. In these moments, we may not always be able to see the direct results of our prayers, but we can rest assured that another seed was planted.

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