coming to grips with reality

My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus' name

On Christ the solid rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

You ever have those seasons where you come to terms with just how human you are?  I'm not talking about noticing you suddenly  have joints.  I'm talking about how you're suddenly aware of your own mortality.

Some of you are probably wondering why on earth I bothered making that facebook post on communion last Sunday.  Let's just say that lately, I've been thinking a lot on how mortal I am.  Life isn't that long and I'd love to be able to look back and know that I lived it to the best of my abilities with perhaps fewer mistakes than I've already made.  Since that's not going to happen, I know I have to be repentant - that is, make a 180 degree turn, never looking back - and trust that the Lord will heal what I've broken.

That brings me back to the communion subject.  Last Sunday's message put its salve right on my wounds.  As we took communion, I was struck with the thought that as we take the elements, we are in essence saying with Christ "it is finished."  You have no idea how comforting that is!

Isn't it funny how you've been doing something all your life, and you think you realize the significance only to be hit over the head with it again years later?  Wow.  I serve a great God.

I'm so thankful He doesn't just leave me to my own devices and that He who began a good work in me will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.