The piano playing softly, I sat in quiet reflection as the plate was passed. The sacrifice made. The body broken for me. Take and eat in remembrance of Him.
Blessing upon blessing in my life I can testify to. Given not because of the merit of the received; but because of the steadfast character of the Giver. If it stopped with salvation through His Son, even then, I'm overwhelmed. My sins are endless and numerous. I am so unworthy of all He has done in my life.
The cup touches my lips and the bitter grapes wash over my tongue. Sometimes it can be a hard Cup to swallow. My heart cries out in praise of the One who gave His all for me: washed clean by the Blood of the Spotless Lamb.
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