Sitting here getting emotional over the 1 Corinthians 11 testimony of Jesus’ last night before death. Judas had bloodlust, had lost his mind, was walking out on a friend, was betraying God. Jesus, however, broke bread and lusted after life. Life for those at the table, life for us, life for even Judas.
Oh, the communion table. It melts the heart to plastic and restores the faith to a lofty and victorious hope! I can’t wait to celebrate this sanctimonious sacrament with our moment family this Sunday night. What a special way to start passion week.
When we read that it was on the night in which He was betrayed that His grace triumphed over sin, His faithfulness over treachery, and His love, though baffled by one whose hate He could not expel, never failed, we can take new heart and find fresh comfort. With whatever disloyalty of heart, in whatever mood of alienation, with whatever lurking purpose of evil, we have come here to this table, we can now, in this moment, yield ourselves to Him whose love not even betrayal could quench. – Horace