It was the week again. They were in Jerusalem again.
Another Passover, preparing the same foods, hearing the same stories. (Exodus 12).
And then He takes a piece of bread and says a few words.
Words that change it forever.
“Take, eat; this is My body.”
Blessed and broken. Prayed over.
And with the wine, a simple cup of wine,
“Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.” (Matthew 26)
I pour out the words like flat pop, not hearing them.
Thousands of meals. Remembering. Remembering. God had worked in Egypt in bursts of power, miracles. And all Israel was waiting for another. He would come. All the prophets said. He would come, wouldn’t He?
Jesus is the One, right? the disciples wondered, sitting and eating their matzoh and bitter herbs while lamb roasted. A young lamb. Innocent lamb.
Jesus, the Lamb of God, the Bread of Life, the Water of Life, broke the bread, wincing as the cross came to mind; that was tomorrow. Bitter gall would follow this sip of sweet wine. and He passed it to the men who had been with Him, gazing with love at them; they would all fall away. He was doing this for them. For them and the world. For all who believed (John 17). And they would have this meal to remind them. Remember. His call is to love, a pass of forgiveness before your court date. Remember.
“To Him who loved us and washed us from our sins in His own blood, and has made us kings and priests to His God and Father, to Him be glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen” (Revelation 1).
Will you be ready?
Easter week, God. So many years ago there were bruised palm branches in the streets. It was almost Passover, people were crowding around. It was the last few days before the end. What was there left to say? God, I give up so easily. I am sorry for my bad attitude when things do not go my way. Please change my heart, God. Turn it to good, seeking You. And thank You for leaving us Communion. Please help me to remember what You did, and how much love You fiercely gave us that Easter season. I want to remember and share. To Your glory, by Your love. Amen.