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IN THE LORD'S SUPPER WHAT
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ANNA'S BOOK MINISTRY
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Today as I made my breakfast, I was praying, attempting to
praise God and connect with Him. I
always want to start my day with a real connection, and a real worship time to
honor our Lord. I got this idea that I wanted to share the intimacy of my
meal, eaten alone in the house. Rod was
away and the boys were asleep. My heart
was free to share with Jesus and I wanted that intimacy so badly. I could feel His presence and attention, and
so I made an extra pan of eggs and toast, and set Him a place. I gave Him my favorite chair and set it on my left, because
He had approached me at church from the left that day. I even poured Him a cup of my soda. All of these foods and the drink were things
we were in short supply of and that were important to my heart, so I felt it
was a sacrifice, almost a tithe. To set
a place for Jesus and invite Him to share what I valued and wanted with me. With great joy and gratitude I blessed our food in His name
and ate it, really tasting it and enjoying it.
I felt His presence, I knew He was there and I told Him it didn’t matter
if He really consumed the eggs and soda or not, that I wasn’t seeking a sign to
brag about, but the moment to share with Him in Spirit. As I sat there, I remembered the dreams He had given me,
where He was in them, and He showed me how we work side by side to feed the
poor and minister to those who are ungrateful and full of hate. I laugh every time I remember when he was shoveling potatoes
into the sea in one dream. Inside of a
community center, in a room like a kitchen just off from where the people were
being fed, there were waves of water lapping at His feet and He was tirelessly
shoveling the potatoes. I don’t know if
it meant casting bread upon the waters, or that He was sending food overseas to
many other ministry efforts. The main
point was that we were working shoulder to shoulder to do good and feed the
hungry, and bring the message of His love to the world. Without words He had conveyed His joy that I was there helping
and that we shared so much, and had to forgive so much. The people at the tables in the main room who
were eating were not all poor, and many had done harm to me or hurt me. I said, “Jesus, you’ve really been through some things since
the cross, between then and now.” I know
about the crusades and the depression, but in every moment of fear, anxiety or
trouble, even in the good times, He was there with all believers.” He’s experienced it all. He’s logged every heartbeat and every
footstep that one of us takes, because He’s done it with us. I imagined the monks and nuns who went far and wide into the
wilderness, places where mountain goats watch their frosty breaths, to the ends
of the earth to preach the good news about Jesus. To any small hut where people struggled to
stay alive no matter how difficult their situations were. I saw the loneliness of the monks and apostles who went
where there was no comfort or certainty of a living soul to preach to, but the
desire in their hearts to share our precious Savior with any who might not have
heard drove them on. I wondered about God’s throne room. In movies the thrones of kings are sterile
and clearly stage props, without life or sign of emotion. The Bible says God’s throne is made of
layers of precious stones and a rainbow is over his head. Jesus is seated at the right hand of God, so
He must have an official throne too, and there is no way we can imagine the
splendor of this place. In movies the king has his entourage of servants and
soldiers around him, and I’m sure there are angels whose job is to constantly
praise and sing to God all around Him.
The Bible says under His throne are the martyrs who wait for justice and
who cry out “How long O Lord?” Time is an earth term, so the Bible describes things that
are yet to come as already being done.
It says Christ was crucified from the foundation of the world, and we
were pre chosen before we existed. Psalms tells us that He shaped us in our mother’s womb,
chose our hair and eye color and knew every little quirk about us. It pleased Him to make us, to choose us just
as we are. So many things about
ourselves we hate, or we’re ashamed of, but even our flaws, the things we
consider shortcomings, He has loved.
Even my heart with it’s flutter, and my hips and belly that the world calls
obese and ugly. He loves every cell in
my body more than I do. This Jesus, this great and mighty Christ with holy fire
around Him, clothed in majesty, needing nothing, whole and perfect, holding all
the power of the universe – with the gaze that sees right through the layers of
clothing we hide behind. Who sees
through the layers of dirt in our souls, and into the DNA, the atoms and
subatomic particles. Our subatomic particles dance with joy just for Him, because
they know who their creator is. Can you
imagine it? Scientists have proven that
our cells are intelligent and communicate with each other and with our
brain. That’s why we get sick, our cells
all know who made them, and seek to give glory and praise to God, but we go off
in any other direction than obedience to God, and sickness is one way the body
can tell us we’re missing the mark. God waited for us to be born, having prepared our tiny
bodies He waits with excitement to celebrate our births. I thought of all the hospital nurseries that Jesus
has visited, to log and make note of a new child being born. His angels surrounding the baby, sometimes
you can feel them in a hospital room.
There is a hush around a baby breathing its first breaths, experiencing
life. The air it breaths being filled
with particles and pollen and dust, entering into that holy and pure little set
of lungs that God knit together in the unseen places, and left inside the cells
the instructions on how to grow into a full adult male or female. We think we’re so smart and advanced, but if you just sit
quietly with a newborn, your heart will know who is creator and who is
master. It’s not us! I wish I could tell you how it felt to share this meal with
Jesus. He was present, and so very “IN”
me, filling every part of my heart and attentive to every detail of my
body. His love Is the kind that can’t be
stopped, it just can’t be held back, like a very bright light that seeps in
underneath doors and even shines around corners by reflection. It illuminates and repels all the darkness inside you, so
that you’re truly at peace and filled with radiant joy and well-being. I took advantage of the time and claimed my
healing, for any part of my body that needed Him. I knew it was the right moment, and He was
there to fix what had gotten broken by my wobbling trust and attempts to “do”
my life my way. Actually I don’t think we’re ever without Him, as the Holy
Spirit is sealed with us to the end of our lives, but I think it’s a matter of
acknowledging the moment, the power, the infiltration of His love and goodness
to that part of our body that is hurting.
Time is needed to reset the cells that are screaming “No! We won’t do it anymore, you’re in error and
you must turn around.” His love calms the body and reassures the cells that all is
well, and His operating system instructions are put back in place, and the body
heals quickly when it’s at peace. You could call it being warmed by light, or sound, or any
other energy, even thought. All energy
is His either in discord (when the enemy stirs it out of order and into chaos)
or in balance and joy (when the dance of our subatomic particles is going
right.) 1/28/2011
God bless you all. Write to me at chastityrose (at) yahoo.com
God bless you! Keep looking back here for more updates and more words. Visit www.lcci.us (our home church in Albany, GA) to watch services online anytime. Write to me here: chastityrose (at) yahoo.com
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