Today’s guest post is by Kris of Always Alleluia.
“The yearning to know what cannot be known, to comprehend the incomprehensible, to touch and taste the unapproachable, arises from the image of God in the nature of man. Deep calleth unto deep, and though polluted and landlocked by the mighty disaster theologians call the Fall, the soul senses its origin and longs to return to its source.”
Twigs snap beneath my feet as I walk and I think of the constant breaking. All around us, we live the cracking wide of spirits, breaking of hearts, breaking bread-communion. All I want is to sit at your feet and time cracks its’ whip hard behind me and I startle and race through my days. What if, this breaking is always an invitation to sit still at your feet, to join you at the table, to partake of what you give again and again?
Deep calls to deep at the roar of your waterfalls; all your breakers and your waves have gone over me. Psalm 42:7
What if we saw the breaking in reverse, a slow mending, supernatural hands, gently shaping pieces of us, smoothing the edges, melting away the cracks. Two masterful hands holding us steady, together, allowing the healing to set before letting go.
I can’t imagine.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life. Psalm 42:8
What if all this breaking is a reminder, a push to refocus. I never looked at it that way.
I walk that line Sunday after Sunday. Hands folded, heart flush with the knowing-the recognition of my complete unworthiness. The holy moment at your table, on knees, head bowed, hands cupped empty, lifted in anticipation of receiving you.
How you, the Christ, fill us through your body, how you are present in the moment, in all the moments, the broken, the smashing, drowning moments of this trembling life.
And the healing.
We come before you, children, with the smashed pieces of our lives, the catastrophe of sins we have lived, begging for healing with our pride-reeking breath, and you lovingly, graciously accept this filth as offering. You forgive in a moment, without hesitation, without memory, giving your very self to cover our stains.
You fill my blemished hands with your pure white, and perfect body, stamped deep with the nails, with the cross- pierced.
“Take, eat; this is My body.”
Your blood crosses my lips and I am suddenly overwhelmed.
“Drink from it, all of you. For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.”
I present at the rail, all of my failings. The countless ways I have transgressed in six short days, and by your giving, you encourage, you bring healing.
But let a man examine himself, and so let him eat of the bread and drink of the cup. 1 Corinthians 11:28
“O God, I have tasted Thy goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more. I am painfully conscious of my need for further grace. I am ashamed of my lack of desire. O God, the Triune God, I want to want Thee; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still. Show me Thy glory, I pray Thee, so that I may know Thee indeed. Begin in mercy a new work of love within me. Say to my soul, ‘Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away.’ Then give me grace to rise and follow Thee up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long.”
By Kris ~ Always Alleluia Kris loves Jesus with her whole heart, and is a stay at home mom and Compassion Advocate who spends her days homeschooling 4 kids, and playing wife to her amazing husband. The floors are covered in crumbs and the washing machine never stops running but she counts each day as a gift! In her spare time she enjoys writing, reading and photography.