… One who doesn’t really like taking communion?

The fact that I should be able to participate in any sort of covenant action with God is rediculous. I know I need to partake in the bread and cup. It’s a given, it’s a nessecary sacrament. But I do it with extreme reluctance. It’s humbling. This is me, fellowshiping with God, proclaiming to the community my ties to Him through the body and the blood.

I also feel like this about prayer and worship. The fact that I can approach God just blows my mind. I was thinking back about the levites and the ark of the covenant and how exclusive God’s presence was. and the rope on the leg think before entering the tabernacle so that if you are not good enough (haha) to be in God’s presence you could be dragged out, that others might not risk their lives (or kosherness) to rescue you. God’s presence ought to kill me. but there is HOPE.

This ripping of the veil thing is big.

This salvation thing is bigger than sin. This bible thing is bigger than a promise. This God thing is bigger than our decaying world.