Monday, April 30, 2012

A Bitter Cup

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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