I’m two months late, but I just realized that my blog turned one! Two months ago. For your reading pleasure, I’ve re-posted my first post ever. It fits too, because tonight was communion Sunday.
Jesus loves me this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak but He is strong.
I’ve always thought of the “little ones” in that song as children. You know, because it’s a children’s song, you sing it while you’re growing up, and children are, by design, little.
I’m the little one. We as christians are the little ones. In Romans 7, Paul talks about how, in his flesh, he does the things he doesn’t want to do, “I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out” (verse 18). We are weak, but He is strong. “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:15-16). We are weak but he is strong.
It was communion Sunday today at church. Tonight, as I was holding a cup of grape juice, waiting to corporately drink as Christ commanded in remembrance of the blood he would shed on the cross, I saw that tiny cup in a different light. It might sound a bit weird, but I think this is the beauty of the act; I saw for a second, the actual blood that Christ released from His torn flesh on the cross. I visualized it. I saw it pouring from His badly beaten body.
Then I remembered who he did that for, and that it was that very blood washed me clean on that cloudy day so many years ago. That cup I was holding was and is my redemption. I am weak, but He is strong.
1 Peter 2:24, “He Himself bore our sins in His body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By His wounds you have been healed.”
I want to learn to live at the Cross every day and be humbled and set free by what I see there.