Next Sunday

My turn came up to guest preach at church. I'll be doing that on the first of August.

Which is a communion Sunday.

As the pastor for the day, I will be handling that task also.

Ever since I became a Christian, communion has been a very moving experience for me. When I was still in the Lutheran Church, I served on the church council and was expected to assist with serving communion. I took that very seriously.

Christian communion is a remembrance of what happened 2000 years ago at a place called Golgotha.

The God of all eternity who created the universe set aside His glory, and humbling Himself, He became a man.

But not just any man, people. No sir.

He came here as Jesus. The Christ. The long prophesied Messiah. Emmanuel. God with us. The Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. Wonderful. Counselor. Prince of Peace. Living Water. Bread of Life. Alpha and Omega.

At the young age of 33 years, He died a brutal death on a cross outside of Jerusalem so I could be with Him.

He did it just for me. Jesus came, was scorned, beaten, and crucified to save the souls of all mankind. and if I was the only person in history to decide to accept His gift, He still would have come. He still would have suffered. He still would have died.

And He would still rise from the dead.

I will too.

This is what makes communion so special to me.