Our communion and coffee tray
We “did church” at home again yesterday, our new norm for Sundays. We even took communion with ordinary bread and an ordinary cup, temporarily made holy (set apart, dedicated) for the purpose. It was a surprisingly sweet and intimate moment. And as we did…
I couldn’t help but think of the ancient Israelites who, after being taken into captivity by the Babylonians, were forced to worship their God and celebrate Passover in secret in their homes.
In fact, it was in captivity that they learned to trust Him as never before. We’ve all been taken captive these days by the coronavirus pandemic. And many are learning to worship and trust their Creator as never before.
It’s nothing new, after all. We’ve lived through a far greater plague, and a much longer-lasting captivity. In fact, this very week, traditionally called Holy Week, we commemorate the moment our Creator reached down into our place of isolation, and through his Son, the Messiah, broke the bonds that separate us from Him. He freed us and continues to free us, if we will, from our captivity to sin and brokenness. Yes, it’s true that not everyone believes, but everyone has experienced the result of this greatest of all plagues: our shattered humanity.
Are there lions or fiery furnaces yet to face? Perhaps, but we’ll meet them with faith, knowing we’ve already been set free.
And soon we will return Home.