Remembrance...
I sat staring at my tiny purple reflection in the plastic cup. The blood. The blood of the Lamb. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the depth of His pain that was bore for my sins. The blood that cleanses all sin and heals a broken soul. How did I get here? The carpet was scarlet and the cross was stained mahogany. I looked up as I held that tiny wafer and cup of violet and couldn't wait to partake of this ordinance set forth for those who have believed on the Lord Jesus Christ. I didn't fully grasp the magnitude of this opportunity because I was a mere infant in the body of believers. I was 8 years old. The auditorium was candlelit, the music was melodious, worshipful, and caused me to reflect. The bread was a coarse loaf of unleavened bread. Next to the bread was a bunch of grapes. As my teeth sunk into the fruit, I closed my eyes and could only imagine the sight of my Savior suffering for my transgressions. I was 19 years old. The clay bricks were marred by the w...
