Day 3-Sunday’s best is Sacred COMMUNION


First Sunday white linens,drape over tables, holding elements that symbolize his REMAINS.

“This is his body that was broken for you.”

I eat.

“And this was the blood shed for the remission of your sins.”

I drink.

“Do this in remembrance of me.”

Closing my eyes, images of nail-pierced-holes in flesh, thorn-sunk- wounds-in-temples–the pool of my Saviors’ scarlet drops soak deep into a wooden cross.

I remember.

Hope burns, with a new vision of me seated close by his side. Banquet table prepared lavishly,filled to the brim with exquisite foods and anticipated guests.

His Spirit, deposited within, swells inside my soul. Tears stream down, assuring my heart again that he is mine and I am his.

I commune.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s