A Season Winds Down and Another Begins

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As I was sitting in church tonight, I had a brief moment of interconnectedness with some of the things we like to talk about but generally don’t probe anything below the surface. We like to talk about communion and the Passover, and generally like to leave it at that. How often, though, do we actually probe our thoughts and turn them over before setting our rock back down? How often do we just sit and enjoy the landscape set before us without really seeking to overturn every rock and leaf and twig to understand just how connected everything really is?

Communion is the sharing of bread and wine, body and blood, at the Lord’s Altar. What makes this so beautiful is its connection with the Passover begun in the times of Moses and Israelite slavery. There, they celebrated the Lord’s passing over the frame of their house with the blood of the Lamb. Not only is it the blood of an actual lamb, but what is also represented here is the blood of Jesus Christ, our sacrificial Lamb. The body of the lamb is eaten, the same body which is eaten and represented and present in the bread we eat, which is the same bread as the unleavened bread from Passover as well as the manna from Heaven (Perhaps not accurate, but I still think a valid possibility/conclusion). The same blood that caused the Angel of Death to pass over is the same blood we drink in, with, and through the wine we drink. The same blood that caused the Nile to turn to blood in Moses day. The same waters that flooded the Earth, even now as his blood flows upon us and washes over us, letting the Angel of Death pass over us and granting us heaven through being clothed in the blood of the Lamb.

 

So those are just some of the thoughts I had while sitting in church, listening to Kevin talk. Connecting the dots is something my kindergarteners sometimes struggle with on paper, and the trend continues as adults in that we struggle with connecting the dots in life, in our relationships, in the things we hold most dear.

After that somewhat interesting thought, I present to you a piece I wrote over the longest bridge in the world, somewhat edited. Please enjoy, and let me know what thoughts you may have about anything in this article in the comments below!

 

A Triumphant Ending

It is an absolutely incredible sight, being blessed to watch the sunset each and everyday. How much moreso it is, however, to watch this extraordinarily ordinary sight over a body of water. This setting expounds just what a blessing it is, each and every day, and is marked by unsurpassable beauty. The Sun sets with bated anticipation, magnified and reflected by the very element that it seeks to pass through. As it begins to exit the heavens, those busy bodies rush around trying to accomplish their earth shattering plans, as if the Sun setting closes the opportunity to get laundry done or to clean the house. However, after the Sun passes below the distant, sparkling twilight of a horizon, another life exists. Those who revel in the festivities of the night emerge, shaking off the shackles of the day, burdensome and full of responsibility, rules and chores, only to enjoy that slim sliver of time before they must return to those same chains. However, this dichotomy just helps to accentuate this beauty of the passing of the Sun everyday. The very heavens themselves organize and stand at attention in their ranks of bated anticipation of the demise everyday, blazing their radiant colors in a farewell and tribute of that which sheds light on all. That star, which provides such clarity, energy, and light at the peak of its life each day slowly dwindles into a candle, which just a short whisper of time snuffs out. The heavens align themselves in celebration of such an event, heralding the time coming, but serving as a reminder of that which has come to pass. They keep this formation, even until after the star has passed, serving as a temporary reminder for things to come.

Anyone who can grasp even the basest of these aforementioned ideas would most wholeheartedly agree that the passing of the Sun each and every day is one of the most beautiful sights to behold. Furthermore, the fact that any has the precious ability to be able to see this sight every single day of their lives just reiterates and stresses the ever so simple beauty of this world.

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