The Body of Christ in My Teeth

I have celebrated the Lord’s Supper in many different places and ways.  I have taken it with tiny crackers & grape juice served in tiny cups on a giant silver serving plate, and with homemade bread and a communal cup.  I have used bread, tiny crackers,pita bread, a giant cracker, and even a tortilla. I have wrapped my long fingers around that tiny, little cup  and waited till everyone was served and have broken the bread myself and dipped it in a communal cup.  I have been in churches that taught that only a man could administer the Lord’s Supper and been in other fellowships that gave me the honor of sharing the Lord’s Table with my fellow Christians.  I have shared Communion with fellow believers in no less than 12 different churches where some called it Communion, some called it The Lord’s Supper, others the Sharing of the Bread & Cup.  Through it all I have found that no matter the name on the building and the form that it takes that it is a sacred and holy moment. A moment designed by my Master to cause me to pause, to think, to reflect.  It invariably causes me to put aside myself and concentrate on Jesus and the sacrifice He made.

 

But lately…….lately I have been struggling.  It’s  crazy, I know, but the cracker keeps getting stuck in my teeth and I have no idea how to respectfully remove it. How do I pick the Body of Christ out of my teeth?  So I sit!  I sit through the remainder of the service feeling awkward and slightly disrespectful for even being in this situation and wondering how to keep this from happening again.  Despite all of my frustration, every Wednesday I find myself sitting in the sanctuary wondering the same thing….How do I get this cracker out of my teeth and retain my dignity?  That is, until a couple of weeks ago.  Yes, a couple of weeks ago a crazy idea popped in my head:  The Lord’s Supper SHOULD be a little awkward.  Sometimes it is impossible to be confronted with my sin and His sacrifice and remain composed and refined.  Being a Christian is all about being real and sometimes being real is messy.  I SHOULD sit every week and wonder why the broken “body of Christ” is in my mouth.  I should pick through the images in my head that remind me why His body was broken.  His sacrifice should stick with me and leave me with a little bit of undignified awkwardness.

So, next Wednesday, I invite you to join me in a few awkward moments at the Lord’s Table.

 

My How Time Flies!

I feel so bad about not blogging more….sometimes you’ve just got to do what you can & smile about the rest.  So, I’m smiling. 

Just a quick update.

  • I am now employed!  I work for a busy rural health clinic as a receptionist.
  • My oldest child–Cynthia–is moving back to Florida in the fall to complete her degree.
  • My middle child–Ky– will graduate in about a week, AND MOVE TO MISSOURI!
  • My baby–Austin– is signing with the Marines tonight. 

I am feeling the first symptoms of “empty nest syndrome”.    My heart is heavy, my hands are sweaty, & I feel…..I feel….GRRRRRR. 

That’s all for now…I think that I’ve spread enough cheer. hehe

Wonderful Peace!

The world is going crazy! 

  • Banks are failing
  • The stock market is a roller coaster that is racing out of control
  • The UN is calling for a global currency
  • Our economy (& many others) is on the brink of collapse
  • Terrorism 
  • Dirty Politics
  • Fear
  • Poverty
  • Hurricanes
  • Crime
  • Church Troubles

 

If I had a mind to I could probably loose alot of sleep.  There are alot of reasons to worry, but I have a song going over & over in my head.  It’s the same song that my Mama sang for me on 9-11. 

Wonderful Peace

Far away in the depths of my spirit tonight
Rolls a melody sweeter than psalm;
In celestial strains it unceasingly falls
O’er my soul like an infinite calm.

Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

What a treasure I have in this wonderful peace,
Buried deep in the heart of my soul,
So secure that no power can mine it away,
While the years of eternity roll!

Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

I am resting tonight in this wonderful peace,
Resting sweetly in Jesus’ control;
For I’m kept from all danger by night and by day,
And His glory is flooding my soul!

Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

And I think when I rise to that city of peace,
Where the Anchor of peace I shall see,
That one strain of the song which the ransomed will sing
In that heavenly kingdom will be:

Peace, peace, wonderful peace,
Coming down from the Father above!
Sweep over my spirit forever, I pray
In fathomless billows of love!

Ah, soul! are you here without comfort and rest,
Marching down the rough pathway of time?
Make Jesus your Friend ere the shadows grow dark;
O accept of this peace so sublime!

Wonderful Peace, lyrics by Warren D. Cornell

                                                       2 Corinthians 4:7-10

But this precious treasure-this light and power that now shine within us-is held in perishable containers, that is, in our weak bodies.  So everyone can see that our glorious power is from God and is not our own.

We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed and broken. We are perplexed, but we don’t give up and quit.  We are hunted down, but God never abandons us. We get knocked down, but we get up again and keep going.  Through suffering, these bodies of ours constantly share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.

Home

Ahhhhh, home.  How I’ve missed it. 

 

I don’t know how many of you know it, but I have finally returned home.  Barry was a trouper & managed to live without me for 6 months!!!!!  He’s amazing!  I know that he didn’t plan on living as a single parent AFTER he got married, but that is what he was doing.  (The house wasn’t clean when I got home, but he had done a great job managing a business AND a home with teenagers by himself.)  The dirty dishes made me feel like he did need me after all.  hehe 

It’s a long story, but I needed to be home & the Lord opened the door for me to return.  My mom & dad are still trying to figure out a way to cope with Parkinson’s, but my place is here with my family.  My time with my kids is limited.  I only have a year with KYKY, & 2 with AB.  I would love for my parents to move closer so that I can help, but they are not open to moving at this time.  Soooooo, I will respect my mom & her decisions & be at home with my family.   

I’ve been home about a month now & almost have the laundry caught up…… I have the house where people can come over again, & the garage about 2/3 of the way cleaned out.    I’m tired!  hehe 

It feels good being home.

Walking

I’m going for a walk. The aborigines in Australia call it a “walk about”. Yup…..that’s what I’m going to do….go on a walkabout.  I will be leaving this afternoon after I get my things together, but I don’t know how long I will be gone.  I will check in with my blog pretty regularly, but I will not be around. 

I’m sure that you guys can tell–I NEED A BREAK!  Hence, the walkabout. 

I am going to drive to Dalhart & WALK straight into Barry’s arms.  AHHHHHHH    After that, I am going to be on a Walk to Emmaus.  (I’m helping with the music.)  My plans are to take some time & walk & talk to the Lord, & let Him soothe my spirit & strengthen my feeble knees.  I need some help walking on this path that He has placed me.    

I need to make some big decisions about how long I can stay & how to handle some of this stress.  Yup…I’m going for a walk.

Wedding, Funerals, & Baptisms

My dad’s cousin passed away not too long ago & today we attended the memorial service.  Weddings, funerals, & baptisms all seem to affect me in the same way.  They all call me to examine my life.  

 

Weddings, of course, cause me to check my heart.  I am forced to ask myself the hard questions:  Do I love “the Bear” more than I did yesterday, but still love him with a newlywed’s fervor?  Am I tender, thoughtful & growing better with age, or worse?  I am reminded of how often Barry has given of himself for me.  How often he has given until it hurts–with no thought of himself.  I think about our wedding & how our whole lives stretched out before us with such promise—That is where I am in Christ NOW.  Here I stand on the edge of eternity holding shyly onto my Savior’s hand, not knowing what’s coming or where we will end up, but I know that I can trust Him, & that our future together holds great  promise!    

 

Baptisms make me cry.. they always do.  There is something beautiful in that sacrament of the church.  The symbolism & memories of how I felt when I first came to Christ.  The awe, the love, & the peace….ah yes, the peace.  Jesus, please let me never forget what You have done, & help me to never take that work on the cross for granted! 

 

Funerals ….they are so hard!  I always sit & wonder what people will say about me after I’m gone.  Today was no different.  When faced  with my mortality I always resolve to be kinder…slower to anger & determine to make better use of my time, because my life is draining away before my very eyes.  Today I decided that I want my funeral to more about Jesus than me. If there’s anything good in me it’s because of Him.    If I was a good mom it was because He made me better.  If I was a good wife, it’s because He taught me how.  I sang because He gave me the song!  My accomplishments were all about Him & for Him.     

We often think that when death comes to us that it is something new or that our lot is harder than others.  No, God is not surprised at where we are.  Death, though difficult, is only a part of life….Just the final step.   I long for the day when death will be swallowed up in victory through Jesus Christ, & the grave no longer has any sting!  

2 Corinthians 13:5 

Examine yourselves to see if your faith is genuine.  Test yourselves.  Surely you know that Jesus Christ is among you, if not, you have failed the test of genuine faith.