Every Sunday our Father calls us in for supper, a simple meal of bread and wine, and reminds us a richer meal is coming.
Did you share in Christ’s body and blood Sunday? I did, and I confess, it was a lack luster experience.
[“The Last Supper” by Leonardo Da Vinci, photo courtesy of Wikipedia]
Barely a whisper of faith and worship wafted through my mind. The temperature of my heart at that moment seemed set to lukewarm, which was ironic since the sermon was from Revelation 2:14-22 where John records Jesus’ message to the lukewarm Laodician church. To adapt John Wesley’s famous phrase, my heart was not “strangely warmed.”
If you’re average like me, you’ve experienced this, too.