Nothing touches my heart and connects me to God more than sharing communion with others. As I remember the love that gave all so I could share eternity with God, I’m sobered, humbled, and elated all at the same time. A strange combination but one that aptly describes the way the sweet supper leaves me feeling.
I love making bread for communion because at each step I am humbled by my need for Christ. The message on Sunday so powerfully reminded me that His blood is all I need. Dead works weigh down the heart, soul, spirit and body, but worship revives, fills and draws me near. Lord’s Supper is how worship began. Folks gathered in homes to remember. We’ve gotten further and further away from the simplicity of those first worship services, and that is truly a shame. I love our First Tuesday Communion & Prayer service once a month. There are usually only about a dozen in attendance, but it is the most beautiful and powerful service of the month for me. We worship as the early Christians and share the meal in remembrance, and I leave feeling very grateful for the holy mystery of His giving Himself for me. That’s worth remembering and is what worship is all about:)
Here’s the beautiful message from Sunday if you’d like to listen:) Better Blood
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