I took communion today as a part of the worship service. It really hit home and reminded me of how great the price Jesus paid for me. If I had a communion prayer to express my thoughts, it would go something like this:
When I was lost and couldn’t find You and couldn’t even find myself, You came down and found me.
When I was dead to you and the things in life that really matter, You made me alive to the wonder and beauty of the world You made and mostly, alive to You and alive in You.
When I was a stranger and an outcast looking in from the outside, You took me in and made me one of Your own and called Me Your child.
When I was a captive to my sin and fears, You opened the doors to my prison and set me free forever.
When I was exhausted and couldn’t find rest from all the anxious thoughts running around in my head, You simply said, “Come to me and I will give you rest.” You took those anxious thoughts from me and gave me sweet sleep.
When I was in darkness, You were the light that helped me find my way.
When I was Your enemy, You loved me anyway and paid much too high a price because You thought I was worth dying for.
When I felt alone, You were with me in the night, holding me in Your arms and rejoicing over me with singing.
When I couldn’t speak, You were my Voice. When I couldn’t pray, You were my Prayer. When I couldn’t sing, You were my Song.
When I was weak, You were my Strength. When I had nothing in me to give, You were my Sacrifice.
As I take your bread, I remember Your body broken so that I might be whole and healed. As I take your wine, I remember Your blood spilled out completely for me that my broken pieces might be put back together again.
With this communion, I say again, “Thank you for my life. It’s Yours for whatever, whenever, and however You want to use it. Pour it out for others. May it be broken and blessed to feed the multitudes. Make me a blessing and an answer to prayer and Jesus to someone today.