Pass the Breadsticks

What is it about Lent that makes me want to blog? Somehow I made it this far through Lent without blogging but in the end, here I am. This Lent has not been as dramatic as last year but I am in a different place this year and I am not sure I could handle anything too intense. So, I have had pockets of revelation and it has all been good.

Tonight we were supposed to attend the Maundy Thursday service. We had every intention of going. Then 6:00 rolled around and Rob wasn't home from work yet, I was overwhelmed with everything that had been neglected this past week and for some reason the kids seemed louder than usual (which has nothing to do with the chocolate they have been eating out of their Easter eggs). So, I sat down, hit play and listened to Lent by the Brilliance. I just sat and soaked it all in.

His death- His love-My failures- My freedom- His calling my name- Him- Him

By the time Rob made it home I just wanted to be with the church right there in my home. We talked about pulling out our Resurrection Eggs and maybe grabbing dinner- possibly at Olive Garden at Malinda's request. What we found ourselves doing was so much more precious and real.

Sam really wanted to have communion so he helped me pour the Juicy Juice Fruit Punch in his blue Ikea cup and placed a slice of Honey Wheat sliced bread on a plate. He carried it into the room all while explaining to me about it representing Jesus' skin and blood.

Malinda decided to pull out the Jesus Storybook Bible and her Message Bible. She proceeded to read the story of the Last Supper to us and when it came to the part of Jesus washing the feet of His disciples something precious happened, the kids wanted to act it out. So Rob got a bowl filled it with water and proceeded to wash our feet while speaking blessings and words of love and affirmation over each of us.


The best was hearing Sam tell his daddy "I love you, daddy, you are like Jesus because you love me".

After we were all washed up Malinda lead us in taking communion. Did I mention how excited Sam was? He insisted on serving us the bread. Malinda read the scriptures and we each served each other the bread and juice. It was both powerful and humbling to hear my little ones declare that Jesus had died for me.

Then we read the following..... do you see it?

 

They sang and went to....that's right OLIVE GARDEN! So, who are we to argue with scripture?! We sang "God's Not Dead" and headed off for some bread sticks!

 

It was an amazing night of worship with the church!