Friday, April 6, 2012

The Last Supper

The plate is passed. “Christ's body, broken for you. “
I choose to take in the bread. The bread of suffering.
Tears surround my life. The hurts of others clench my heart. My weeping is but an echo of theirs. I have taken in the bread of suffering.
I choose to swallow this suffering for others, for You. To willingly enter in. To be present in my prayers and words and actions. To heed their cries, despite the arrows that pierce my own heart.
The cup is passed. “Christ's blood, shed for you.”
I gladly sip Your grace.
It is sufficient.
You are enough.
I choose to embrace the suffering.
And I embrace Christ.

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