This morning I set out on an adventure.
Along with a couple of men that have, as much as anyone I have ever known, demonstrated what it means to look after someone, I’m taking Big Jim for his last ride.
Big Jim…what a mess…what a headache…what a character…what a learning lab of grace.
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From time to time gatherings of Jesus-followers pause to remember. We remember the depth and significance of the sacrifice of Jesus on our behalf. We remember the love God has shown to us. We remember the price of our freedom. We remember the hopelessness of life without Jesus.
One of the most tangible, sensory-driven remembrances we have been given is the experience of the Lord’s Supper. While it is referenced in a number of ways, most christians recognize it as a fundamental ordinance of the church that ought to be a part of our worship experience on an intentional and regular basis (though there are a great number of opinions in regard to how often that ought to be).
Reflecting upon the biblical narrative of the night that Jesus transformed this observance from a ritual of the Law to a remembrance of grace, I find myself transfixed by the richness of sensory expression in this simple but tremendously significant act of eating a bite of bread and swallowing a sip of juice or wine. It’s striking and strong and beautiful.
The bread that Jesus broke and handed to the disciples was a picture of the breaking and tearing of his own body – on our behalf. He said we should eat of it in reflection of how we all have been given life through embracing his death in our place. Jesus, the one who said, “I am the bread of life,” made clear that only in partaking of his death would we have life. Continue reading Taste the Brokenness