In preparations for
Easter, and honoring the fact that this is Holy Week, I read the story of
Jesus' final Passover meal in the book of Matthew. It's a familiar
passage; parts of it are often read or
paraphrased when communion is served. In
His very gracious way, God revealed several new thoughts to my understanding of
the passage. One idea in particular has
remained with me as I've gone through my morning tasks.
In Matthew 26:26 it
says, "As they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, gave
it to the disciples, and said, 'Take, and eat it; this is my body.'" In the
past when I've read this passage, I've jumped to the significance of
Jesus' words. This morning God spoke to
my heart through the first half of that short verse.
"As they were
eating." In the midst of the
ordinary, Jesus changes everything. The
disciples were enjoying a traditional Passover meal. They had probably already gone through the
time-honored steps to relive the Israelites' escape from Egypt. I imagine they were at a point of just
enjoying one another's company. Jesus
then takes some bread, another ordinary event, and He begins to teach them
something new. God does that often for me.
In the midst of the most ordinary settings, God steps in to teach me
something new: about myself, about who He is, about what He wants for me, about
how He changes the ordinary into something holy.
As I was thinking
about my ordinary that God wants to inhabit, God directed my attention to the
fact that Jesus picked up bread and before He began revealing new truth, He
blessed it. Jesus gave thanks for what
was given, what was provided. Before Jesus enjoyed what was provided, He gave
thanks. Before He revealed fresh truth
for the disciples, He expressed gratitude.
I thought about the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand and how he
blessed the simple fish and bread of a young boy's lunch before He multiplied
it. Before a moment that introduced the
idea of a new covenant to experience, Jesus expressed His gratefulness for what
was provided.
In the midst of a
season that is not fun - in the middle of self-isolation and becoming too
comfortable with one's own home - God nudged me to give thanks for what has
been provided to me. Let me be clear: He wasn't just asking me to be thankful
for things like food in my fridge, a comfortable home, and money to pay our
bills. God reminded me that He has provided opportunities to be creative with
my time, moments of quiet to reflect on my selfishness, more than enough time
to come around to being obedient to what He asks of me, and an awareness that
prayer is an active verb. He spoke to my heart and pointed out that blessing
the provision is the first step. God was
asking me to be thankful for all the different aspects of my new way of
living. After the blessing, after
realizing what has been given to me, after seeing God as my provider in all
things and having a heart of true gratitude, only then am I ready to take the
next step He has for me. Perhaps He'll
ask me to share what I've been provided.
Perhaps He'll work a miracle and multiply what I hold so that more can
be given away than I could every imagine.
Perhaps He wants me to enjoy what He has provided, partake of gratitude
and sustenance from His precious hand.
Perhaps He's going to provide a fresh experience that will reveal a new
facet of who He is and how deeply He loves me.
In the middle of
everyone's new ordinary, God wants us to see how much He is providing. God wants us to offer to Him a sacrifice of
praise and thanksgiving. Life right now
feels a bit boring, and yet, the disciples entered that Passover meal not
realizing how ultimately significant it would become. I see Jesus standing before me, and He's
holding the bread. His Holy Spirit is
nudging mine with the truth that He has so much He wants to teach me and reveal
to me in these moments. And I need to
take the first step; I need to express my gratitude for the myriad of things He
is providing for me in these ordinary moments.
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