The housechurch spent some time praying for each other in the prayer room tonight. It was a good prayer time; we just did a spontaneous one on one thing. Afterwards I had the rather hard job of leading a discussion on the Lord's supper. It's something I've been wanting to do for a few months, ever since God suddenly gave me a deeper understanding of what it means. I've really been wanting to communicate what God showed me because I want other people to see how cool it is and enjoy it as much as I do. However I did not realize that it would be as hard as it turned out to be when I took the job/honor. I think it went okay though.
This is My Body....
This rite I've performed all my life
Once seeped in foreboding tradition
And clueless to any real meaning
Yet this is more than mere custom
The bread comes always first
"This is My body broken for you."
I take and pause before eating
What is this I do?
I eat this bread as a promise
It is my promise to share
The cross' suffering and death
I'm too weak, bound to fall always
Fearful, I've vowed too far
Now comes to me the cup
"This is my blood spilled for you."
What does this signify for me?
Though I fail, Jesus' blood never will
My promise I cannot hope to keep
Yet His promise will ever stand
This blood blots out every failure
Much more than empty tradition
This simple act defies religion
The flesh and blood of a living faith
Our declaration of His redeeming death
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