Flesh and Blood

This morning I woke up with a feeling of death. In fact I had a post ready for when I'd come back from service. It would be:

[Flesh says to the man that carries him: You have no where to hide.]

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A miracle a day.

I went to church with this feeling of death, my morning prayer before service was "Father, free me from this body of death." When I tried to pray at home it felt that I was a corpse  uttering meaningless and hopeless words to the air surrounding me. It was hopeless, meaningless and lifeless. Had I still a ghost in this shell?

Although this corpse felt nothing like it, I remembered the phrase "whoso eateth my flesh, and  drinketh my blood, hath eternal life"; and it echoed in my mind over and over. I really craved to feel that life that seemed so distant from the rotting body that followed me, do I have anywhere to hide?

I was determined that I would ask pastor Phill to break the bread with me and drink the wine of the holy supper that I may feel alive again (I write this in tears).

In the corner of the church (after I arrived) I opened the word in John 6 and reread the Son of Man promising life to all who come to Him. His words echoed in my mind even stronger (Please read here.)

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The pastor begins the service with the following words: "we are here, people of flesh and blood". He followed by announcing the death of a close friend to the community and the coming a new born.

It was to much for me! My heart pounded inside the corpse. Whatever was happening I urged for it to stop inside. Could there be more of this battle within me. Death and life where before me, or should I say Death and no life?

"Let us read Psalm 30" Said the pastor. And I opened it, it said:

 "O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. O lord, thou hast brought my soul from the grave (...) sing unto the Lord"

That was it! It was me crying out to God, and He heard my cry! He had mercy on the rotten corpse that cried for mercy, begging for life. Sing unto the Lord!

The message that followed was just more and more hammering, sawing, gluing together the body that I carried to the congregation.

"The dead in Christ will rise first" 1 Thes. 4.16-17
"Comfort your hearts and establish you in every good word and work" 2 Thes. 4.1-3
"to give you who are troubled rest with us when the Lord Jesus is revealed" 2 Thes. 1.6-10

These where some of the words that where shared during the service, and it went on and on. But what I longed for, still hadn't come. God had heard my voice from the grave, so would I receive life again?

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The supper. At last the pastor read I Corinthians chapter 11 from verse 23 on.

I truly didn't expect it. I was expecting to ask for it after service, but there it was a true gift from heaven. I ate the bread and I drank the wine [Finally!]. Like Moses ate and drank from Melchisedek, like the apostles in the last supper receiving from Yeshua himself, like so many before me. I was at the Lords table, not dead any more, but full of life! I could breath, and see, hope again took over me, God truly heard my cry (with and without tears)

In obedience I will therefore sing to the Lord, I will comfort my brothers and sisters that feel in death, I will proclaim that "we should be holy and without blame before Him in LOVE" for "He chose us in him before the foundation of the world" Eph. 1.3-6. Please let us live in the fullness of his promise, and brothers, help me also do so in accordance to this life that He has given unto us.