Communion with Holiness
I watched her arched away to make way for the cup.
That action was oddly familiar and during the split seconds as I took the cup and brought it to myself and just before I closed my eyes to pray, I remembered what it was.
I did that before too.
Unholy me, before my baptism, and still an infant in my faith, I felt that I was too filthy to touch even the tray that holds the precious blood of Jesus, and the plate where the broken body of Jesus laid.
I wouldn't want to defile it. It was too holy for me.
As I close my eyes in prayer, I feel the cup in my hands.... my hands grasping it tight lest I drop it.
At this moment, I realise that my unholy hands are touching the precious blood of the most holy God.
Even after baptism, I still have my weakness. I still have areas that I need to work harder on. I am still not there yet; not holy as Jesus is, not perfect as my Lord is.
And yet..... now... my filthy hands can come into contact with the most holy God.
What else is this but grace.
Marvellous grace, that is greater than all my sins.
It is only by His grace that I am able to come before Him now, in His presence, at His feet, though I am the chief of sinners.
What grace.
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Entreat me never to leave You
Even as the path grows lonesome and dark
Let me remember how You never let me go
How you clinged onto me and say, "You are mine; I am not letting go."
How your love touched the deepest part of my heart and
How I was fully convinced that You really love me
Let me remember...
Lest I would let go of You
Grace is when the unholy touches the Holy
Grace is when the sinful comes into the presence of the Sacred
This is the grace that is sufficient for me.
Labels: counting grace, encountering God
