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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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remedy


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I can help the poor,

only if i don’t have to walk in your shoes.

I can make ethical choices,

when i live in abundance.

Ethical choices make me feel good,

they do little to help you…

or my understanding of what you go through.

You don’t have enough money to fill your belly.

I overfill mine.

still i have money & energy left over, so much left over.

i’ll  remedy my excess at the gym.

 

what i really need is a remedy of the heart.

 

 

 

 

Some reflections after I successfully raised money for Oxfam by buying & consuming large quantities of brownies Mmmm… & failed miserably at the “live below the line challenge“.

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church abbreviated


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“good day to you fine sir” became,

“what is up”…

“what’s up” …

“sup”.

We love to shorten & compact, I guess that’s why we spend so long “unpacking” ideas, phrases & terminology.

The “church service” became “church”…

and in doing so the “The Church” became just a service… a couple of hours one day a week.

And because it was only a couple of hours a week everything about it took on immense importance, the building it was in, the people involved, the quality of the production

And because so much time, energy and resources went into those two hours it surely must mean God cared about them most… that must be why I had to put on my best clothes & be extra nice to my brother & sisters, because God cares about the church & church happens on Sundays.

Some of us earn extra credits for attending fancy churches with spiral staircases & water features, “we’re honoring God” we say, when in reality all we are doing is honoring ourselves for honoring god.. “look at me I love God three-stories-and-a-water-feature much!”

And as I am a consumer it is only fair I search for value for money, bang for my buck, what meets my needs, because if I’ve learnt anything it’s that church is about me…and as long as I turn up, pay my tithes & smile, all will be well, like a country club to appease the soul…

or is it a salve for my conscience for the things I do, the way I talk & treat people Monday through Saturday… but then I don’t really believe Monday to Saturday matters…

after all we’re called to be the church & that’s just a service on Sundays.