Betty and I celebrated the Lord’s Supper with mom yesterday in the hospital. There is something deeply Living in taking the Bread and Wine. I asked mom if she knew why Jesus wanted us to remember him by this observance and she said, “because he gave his life for me.” She rose singularly to the occasion as if being called forth from the shadow of death to the table He prepared for her in the presence of her enemies, her own body. Even in a greying brain, some things are deeply living throughout the whole creature, the living being, saved by grace, clings longest to The Savior.
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