Thanksgiving

It's been on my heart to write a blog regarding thanksgiving, and I just never quite felt led in one direction or another, until Sunday at church.  

At our church, we take communion every other week.  Sadie, my 3-year-old, got her cracker and her juice and we all filed back down our aisle.  As the preacher was talking about the act of taking communion, Sadie looked at me, and excitedly whispered, “I like this part”.  Without thinking, I said, “Me too babe”. 

And yes, it’s true I do like that part, but not because of what we are remembering.  I don’t like that Jesus was beaten, tortured, and mocked for me.  I don’t like that he cried out to God in agony on my behalf.  But I like this part...I like that it didn’t end there.  I like the part when we Jesus rose, and promised me redemption through His blood.  That’s the part I like.  

So, I know that Sadie likes communion because she gets the mini sized cracker and she thinks the small plastic cups of juice are cute, but one day my hope is that she likes it because she eats and drinks in the grace Jesus offered on the cross.  I hate what happened on the cross that day to one man, all at the same time, knowing that it saved my soul...and for that, I am the most thankful of sinners this Thanksgiving week….I like that part. 

Isaiah 53:5 “But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”

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