Family communion

Family communion

Simple. Worship.


Tonight the kids and I sat knee to knee on our living room floor, huddled around a piece of bread and a cup of grape juice. Together we remembered how much Jesus loved us.

We went to different corners of the house to pray and ask Jesus to clean our hearts and thank Him for what He did on the cross for us. It was hard to stop tears from flowing when hearing little voices talk with their Savior, and to keep back the praise of my heart that God has saved them, and me, and we can celebrate that together.

I took the bread and broke it, then each of us took a bite, remembering how the body of Jesus was broken for us. We prayed. I took the cup of juice, took a drink, and passed it on around our small circle, recalling the blood Jesus shed and the forgiveness of sin that He offers. We prayed again. Then we walked around the room singing Jesus Loves Me.

Family communion is one of the most precious experiences. Out of all of our 2 Weeks 2 the Cross activities, this is the one that’s most meaningful.

There is no sacred place or sacred time to remember Jesus’s death on the cross. Jesus simply wants us to remember, often! So, take time to remember this Easter. Whether it’s at church, on your lunch break or sitting on your living room floor, remember Jesus.

I’m not dead anymore

great grace

But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love that He had for us,made us alive with the Messiah even though we were dead in trespasses. You are saved by grace!
– Ephesians 2:4-5

I used to be dead.

Not fake dead, or halfway dead. Dead dead.

And now, I’m writing to you. So, obviously a miracle happened to take my very dead self, and bring me to life.

It’s called grace.

My dead, buried-in-sin soul, was resurrected by grace.

Life can only come from God, and my wrongdoing, my sin, had murdered my connection with Him. So, I lay dead in the pit my sin had drilled, separated from my Creator.

Yet, in the vast richness of His mercy, God saw me when I couldn’t see. He loved me though I was decaying in the darkness. He loved me in my shameful ugliness and bitter death.

He
loved
me.

God’s great love compelled Him to action. He couldn’t leave me there. He had to intervene.

So, He exchanged His life for mine. He freely gave to me what cost Him everything.

Grace means receiving something good that I do not deserve.

This is amazing grace.

And I’m not dead anymore.