My Bread and Cup

I must confess, I am always late for the Sunday service. And because I am so late, very often I would go to the church without my breakfast. Last Sunday, I woke up earlier than usual and had a big delicious breakfast before heading to church. After we said our prayers for the holy communion, I put the tiny piece of biscuit into my mouth. And it was at that instant, I’ve got the answer to the question that has been on my mind for a long time.

“If God loves us so much, why would He allow us to suffer, to experience pain and to put us on test?”

“May your body and blood, which I intend to receive, although I am unworthy, be for me the remission of my sins, the washing away of my guilt, the end of my evil thoughts, and the rebirth of my better instincts. May it incite me to do the works pleasing to you and profitable to my health in body and soul, and be a firm defense against the wiles of my enemies.”

When I am full and satisfied, the intensity of the thankfulness is surprisingly lower! The bread and cup in my hand mean so much more to me when I am hungry. And the depth of gratitude is simply greater!

Then I realize, through sufferings, disappointments and hardship, we seek God more, and we see God more! We humble ourselves and know that God is processing us and understand that there is always something He wants to teach us.

Well, I am not encouraging you to skip breakfast on Sunday, I just want to encourage you brothers and sisters, in times of difficulties (hungriness?), we shall take time to examine ourselves and remember Christ’s enduring sacrifice. And in times when everything seems perfect to you, be thankful in rejoice in His kindness.

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