last sunday at sanctuary, we tried something we haven't done before. we came to the communion table: palms stained with the dirty ash of sin, hands wrapped in the coarse burlap of sackcloth and repentance, and powerless as a child we approached Jesus in communion pleading for forgiveness, pleading for release.
when i went to the table, helpless, powerless, like a little child, something powerful happened. the Father reached down from heaven, and didn't smack me around, like i deserve. He filled me with the life, salvation, strength, forgiveness, and promise of eternity that is not in my power to grasp. i opened my mouth and received the body and blood of Jesus as it truly is: a gift of grace. when i in turn shared the cup of salvation personally, with each of you, it was a moving experience for me as a pastor. becasue in the end, all i ever want to do is give you Jesus.
after service i heard all sorts of things. that was amazing. that was differnt. that was so intimate. i was totally wierded out. what did you think?
when i went to the table, helpless, powerless, like a little child, something powerful happened. the Father reached down from heaven, and didn't smack me around, like i deserve. He filled me with the life, salvation, strength, forgiveness, and promise of eternity that is not in my power to grasp. i opened my mouth and received the body and blood of Jesus as it truly is: a gift of grace. when i in turn shared the cup of salvation personally, with each of you, it was a moving experience for me as a pastor. becasue in the end, all i ever want to do is give you Jesus.
after service i heard all sorts of things. that was amazing. that was differnt. that was so intimate. i was totally wierded out. what did you think?
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