I never really understood communion. As a young girl, moving to many different places, and in and out of many different churches, I always thought it a strange ritual. I never could understand why we ate a stale cracker and and then washed it down with grape juice from a tiny cup. Now that I'm older I have found that I still don't understand it completely, but God has shared precious things with me about that sacred ritual that seems so odd.
Jesus came to set us free, right? He came to stand in our place on judgement day so that we would be found clean and free of sin, but what if there's more? What if that cleansing took place now, in this life here on earth.
A few weeks ago after a moving time of silence after communion, God began to speak to me heart. In our time of communion, God asked me to stop trying to keep myself safe. He asked me to let him be my protector. Then again, today, as we took communion, I heard the faint voice of my King whispering to me. It said, "You've always wanted something tangible of me. This is the tangible representation of my love for you. Do this in remembrance of me."
Our God is a tangible God. We can taste, see, smell and touch his goodness.
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