Clean.

I think I mentioned, everyone in the house except me had some kind of bug this past week. I had been cooped up for 7 days in the sick house and so when I ventured out on Sunday to the late service all by my lonesome, it was a much needed outing. Now I will take a moment to admit something: I had just had a loooooong week of tending to 4 sick people and I was on the way out the door all. by. myself. I had serious thoughts of skipping church and just hanging out in a quiet bookstore for an hour and sipping coffee. In fact, I passed 2 bookstores on my way to church and could almost *hear* the siren’s call coming from within. But I went to church and I am glad I did because I needed it more than I knew.

The music was uplifting. My spirits rose as I lifted the God of Creation up through the praise of corporate song.

The message was timely and hard hitting and much needed. I was supposed to be there by myself with no distractions so that I could really hear it.

We took the Lord’s supper and I was refreshed. And it was during that time that the Lord Himself spoke to me. Not audibly, but through His creation. Our pastor explained the sacrament, loving reminded us of the beauty of Christ’s body broken for our sin, and then… he broke the bread. At the precise moment that he held up the broken bread, rain started to gently tap out it’s soothing rhythm on the roof of the church. While the elements were explained and passed, the rain continued it’s steady song. The music played, we prayed together as a body of believers and then we drank the cup and ate the bread. The amen was said… and the rain ceased.

It was a beautiful reminder from the creator Himself that as we partake in His death, the Spirit breathes life into us. We are cleansed and renewed and rescued from a life of nothingness. Our brokenness is made whole through His sacrifice.

The gentle, steady, cleansing rain spoke of the washing away of my sin. The rain stopping at the exact time of the sacrament being taken said, “IT IS FINISHED.”

“The heavens declare God’s glory. Day after day they speak of Him”.

Both comments and pings are currently closed.