On Sunday, as I sat in church about to partake of the Lord’s Supper, many thoughts began filling my mind. I started thinking about how I so often forget the magnitude of what the Lord’s Supper represents. Sure I spend time in prayer while the bread and cup is being passed around and my eyes may fill with tears as I repent of sin in my life.
But, do those feelings linger? Does the emotion that surrounds me continue past the “Amen”? In the moment I am often so overwhelmed with emotion that I’m trying to contain it. I feel like I then bottle that back up and go about the rest of my day, week, month.
Daily am I humbled by my salvation?
Am I overcome with joy because of it?
Do I grasp the loss my God experienced to save me?
Do I consider the pain endured?
As I prayed, while the ushers moved about the room, I was thinking of all the “little” sins I commit. Jesus had to die, not only for the big ones, but my day-to-day little sins that most don’t see, that I tend to overlook myself. My heart broke. Lord, let me see my sins. Make me mindful of the minute, often forgotten ones. Bring to light the ways I am not showing a Christ-like character. Mold me to be more like You.
How often am I heartbroken over my sin? Do I ever fully grasp the incredible sacrifice on my behalf? My prayer is that I will, daily, remember…the sacrifice, the gift. A gift is a perfect description of my salvation. I don’t deserve it. I am not worthy of it, but the Lord still bestowed it upon me. It is the best gift I’ve ever been given and yet I often go days without even thinking about it.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him will not perish but have everlasting life.”
Isn’t that beautiful? Jesus paved the way for me, an unworthy sinner, and for you. What a gift! What a blessing! May I be ever mindful of the sacrifice made on my behalf.