We were celebrating Holy Communion. The bread, the body of Christ, we were told, was being placed in our hands. Then we were invited to dip it in a cup, announced to be the blood of Christ. As I dipped the bread in the cup and raised it to my lips, a large, red drop from the bread fell onto my hand…
Time seemed to stand still. I watched the droplet fall on my finger, then slowly make its way down between my fingers, and then onto my palm.
Suddenly, a warmth began to grow in my hand and spread to my arm and soon engulfed me – heart, head, spirit – all of me…
Staring at the red droplet, I began to see pictures, like a mystic Power Point presentation…
I saw…
the crucified hands of Christ, red but not with wine…
a crown of thorns pressed into his brow…
the wound made by the spear in his side…
A voice rang out, “It is finished!” His head fell upon his chest…
I don’t know how I made it back to the pew, as hot tears had filled my eyes. I found myself raising my own hands and offering them and all I was to Christ and His service.
Prayer: Jesus, you gave your all for me. Here is my all for you. Amen
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