be.

what a sweet moment in time. when you finally notice, that countless times of doing the same thing, over and over, there is great meaning and purpose behind your actions.

after taking communion for years, in a sort of robotic way - i've realized how beautiful this practice, this action with outstanding meaning, really is. on sunday i became passionate about what i was about to do, and couldn't wait to bask in the beauty of what God calls us to be apart of as his church: his body, partaking in his body. 

i've always considered this action of communion, separate from worth and meaning. it was something i, "took."

so what if the thought of "taking" communion was thrown out the window with its apparent lack of meaning? what would happen if we were to start being communion? if communion is the body and blood of Christ, let us be communion.

i want to be the body, the hands and feet of Jesus. i long to be the portrayal of his blood shed for the sins of all. and maybe i'm closer to this portrayal of God's love... now that i've begun to understand the impact in my own life.

i love Jesus, and i would hate to not realize the depth of his love for me, while i have the sweet pleasure of dwelling in it.