As yesterday was the first Sunday of the month, my church took Communion during the service. We do it every month, but something was different about yesterday. I thought about the meaning behind it more deeply as the ushers passed out the crackers and juice. I paid more attention when the pastor prayed. While I was thinking about it, I looked to the cross that’s hanging on the wall at the front of the sanctuary instead of letting my imagination run wild. Something about Communion yesterday was just more real to me–more meaningful. God brought Isaiah 53 to my mind and I just silently repeated “by His wounds we are healed.”
I have a “quiet time routine” that I go through before bed each night. I begin with the Bible In One Year 2019 devotional on YouVersion, and then I write an entry in my journal, and most nights I end by taking a little time to just listen to music and pray through the lyrics. Because of how I felt during church yesterday morning, I decided to listen to cross/crucifixion related music. “Should’ve Been Me” by Citizen Way was one, and “You Are My King – Amazing Love” (I’m not entirely sure who sang it originally, but I like the Newsboys’ version) was another. The lyrics just absolutely left me in awe of Jesus and what He did for me. Because it’s so very true: “It should’ve been me, should’ve us, should’ve been there hanging on a cross. All of this shame and all of these scars should have been stains that were never washed.” It blows my mind to think that the Creator of the universe–my King–would die for me. “He was pierced for our transgressions, crushed for our sins. The punishment that brought us peace was upon Him, and by his wounds we are healed.” (By His Wounds by Mac Powell)
I also listened to “All I Can Do (Thank You)” by Mikeschair, really meaning it in my heart. All I can do is say thank you. It should’ve been me, but I can thank God that it’s still only the should’ve been, and not the was. I thank Jesus for His nail-pierced hands and His bruised body. I thank Him for His willingness to bear the scars that should’ve been mine.
I asked myself: “how can it be, that my King should die for me?” The answer is because of amazing love–reckless love. Think about that–and I mean really think about that–as you go throughout your day today.
I thought you might enjoy reading a similar post that I wrote back in August, so I’ve included the link down below. Thanks for reading, and remember to send it for Jesus!