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Communion


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Some would say I have participated in a lot of communions but a lot of communions I’ve never really participated in.

Sometimes I’d connect with God, sometimes I’d be bored.

Sometimes my mind would wander – what’s for lunch? and who I’ll hang with after.

Sometimes I’d sit in silence, while on the inside I’d want to jump for joy for what Jesus has done for me.

 

Sometimes I’d just feel bad…

Bad for not feeling bad enough, for not feeling thankful enough, for not feeling anything at all…

sometimes I’d just feel numb.

 

It’s easy for communion to become stale & cold, a box to check, something to get through,  we do it less & less & when we do it, it is often preempted by a short emotive message trying to break through our hardened hearts to get us to take notice…

and years of sitting there head bowed in guilt-ridden reflection to do anything else would seem disrespectful, when maybe the most respectful thing we could do is to stand & raise our glass & say “Cheers!”, thank you Jesus for this life you have given so I may truly be living!

 

So maybe you’ll “ching” glasses with your neighbour,

maybe it’ll be a time of quite reflection,

maybe all you’ll manage is a, “God are you real?…   I need help”.

However you choose to engage with what Jesus has done,

let it be real for you,

let it be honouring of God,

I pray you have the freedom to engage with a God who came to set you free.

 

 

 

This is something I did for a communion I took recently.

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