Our family just finished our Christmas tour. We spent the weekend before Christmas with my family in South Bend, IN, returned home for Christmas, and then left the 26th for Heather's family in Abilene, KS.
Anyway, on Sunday the 28th, we attended church with Heather's parents, her three brothers and their families. In all, there were 18 of us. The 2 youngest spent the service in the nursery, but the other 6 spent the service sharing markers and making all sorts of creations. The service concluded with communion at the front of the church. Heather's dad worked it with the usher to ensure that our three rows could take communion together.
As we were kneeling at the altar and the elements were brought to us, I glanced over at Emilia, my 6 year old daughter, who was kneeling next to her cousin Katherine. They brought the bread first. At this particular church, they had bread cubes instead of the hard, white, rectangular, fingernail-sized crackers we use at our church. Emilia reached in the basket with both hands and pulled out multiple bread cubes. I watched curiously to see what would happen with the juice. She decided on one cup.
She might have just been a little hungry, but I'd like to think that perhaps she is just reminding me to desire more of Christ in my life.
When Jesus Got It Wrong
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