As a Protestant I very much always felt that communion was a meaningless waste of time. I can remember Christ without some grape juice and bread. That doesn’t make much sense to me. Anyone can make up a symbol of Christ.
My husband and I were Evangelical Protestants (me Baptist, he Pentecostal) for the first 47 years of our lives.
We always felt that Communion was a mysterious, reflective time when we weren’t singing or listening to preaching or loud music (usually the organ was playing softly in the background, and usually the hymns played were “Christ’s Sacrifice” hymns like When I Survey the Wondrous Cross).
We were just sitting in silence (remember, in Protestant churches, babies and toddlers are down in the nursery, not sitting fussing in their parents’ laps), examining our consciences and asking the Holy Spirit to bring to mind any sins that we were not willing to give up or confess, and asking Him to help us turn ourselves completely over the Jesus Christ, holding nothing back.
We were often overwhelmed with love for Jesus and gratitude for His love and sacrifice for our salvation.
It was a time when many of us made life-changing decisions for the Lord–I will start praying in the morning, I will sign up to help out at the rescue mission, I will start visiting the elderly in the nursing home, I will say “Yes” to the Christian Ed. committee and start teaching the 3rd grade Sunday school class.
And most importantly–the warning was ALWAYS spoken by our pastors–“IF YOU HAVE anything AGAINST your brother, do not receive Communion. Go NOW and make things right, and then return and receive Communion. Receiving unworthily will endanger your soul!”
And really, truly, I am NOT making this up–people in our church would get up out of their seats, approach another person in the congregation, and the two of them would quietly leave the sanctuary (which is what Protestants call the nave), and they would literally make things right between the two of them, and then return to their seats and receive.
Time was allotted for this in the communion service. No one expected communion to be finished in a few minutes. Our communion services generally lasted a half hour or more, as people made peace with each other before receiving.
This is one reason why I have no sympathy for Catholics who refuse to participate in the Sign of Peace. It’s one of the oldest, most Biblical practices in Christianity, and it is a direct command of the apostles–to not eat and drink the Body and Blood of Christ unworthily. Obviously our current “Sign of Peace” is symbolic, but it is a stark reminder to Catholic Christians that they should not be receiving Communion if they are harboring ill-will towards a fellow human being, and that they need to “make peace” first and then receive!
Even Protestants do that!
For me and my husband, the “seeds” of eventually converting to Catholicism were planted during those Protestant Communion services. We KNEW that this was something special, something supernatural, but we also sensed that it wasn’t “complete.” Catholic Communion is “complete.”