Lifted from Ann Voskamp' blog, just because I need to repeat it to myself:
For the life of me?
I can’t get it all right.
Heaven and earth both know I am a miserable mess away from perfect. This is exactly why the bruised knees just have to bend at the table of communion, and say, yes, please.
I need Jesus.
I need His life.
I need the perfect, sinless sacrifice of Jesus Christ who can take all the broken messes and make them into mosaics of Grace.
And what I really need? Is to come to the table of communion so I can celebrate this messy life! Because this is how the dictionary defines a celebrant: The person who stands at the table of Communion is a celebrant.
The person who lives in communion with Christ is a celebrant. A celebrant is the one keeping company with Jesus.
A celebrant is one who celebrates the extravagant grace of Christ.
A celebrant is the one keeping her eyes on Jesus and His perfect sacrifice —precisely because she isn’t perfect.
The sinners and the sick, the broken, the discouraged, the wounded and burdened — we are the ones who get to celebrate grace!
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