Broken for me
I was sitting closest to the aisle and it was the first Sunday of the month, so it was time for communion. The elder passed me the bread and looked straight into my eyes and said, “The body of Christ, broken for you”.
People tend to focus on how large their ministry is and how many facebook friends they have and numbers and groups. Sometimes it feels like your social security number, body fat percentage and amount in your savings account is more important than your name. We often say that it is a small world, but there are a lot of invisible faces in the crowd and it is a big world too.
I’m glad that I was sitting on the aisle. It was a personal reminder that Jesus didn’t just come into the world to save the world, but He also came into the world to save me. It’s not John 3:16, but I think it sums up the message of the gospel pretty well:
The body of Christ. Broken. For me.
http://www.andrew-peterson.com/media/Flesh_and_Blood1.pdf
Category: Musings
But I’m here to say to you this morning that some things are right and some things are wrong. Eternally so, absolutely so. It’s wrong to hate. It always has been wrong and it always will be wrong. It’s wrong in America, it’s wrong in Germany, it’s wrong in Russia, it’s wrong in China. It was wrong in 2000 B.C., and it’s wrong in 1954 A.D. It always has been wrong, (That’s right!) and it always will be wrong. (That’s right!) It’s wrong to throw our lives away in riotous living. No matter if everybody in Detroit is doing it, it’s wrong. It always will be wrong, and it always has been wrong. It’s wrong in every age, and it’s wrong in every nation. Some things are right, and some things are wrong, no matter if everybody is doing the contrary. Some things in this universe are absolute. The God of the universe has made it so. And so long as we adopt this relative attitude toward right and wrong, we’re revolting against the very laws of God himself.