He had heard of Jesus, and so I explained in a narrative style the cross and the resurrection. His response to me was, "Do you really believe that?" I said, yes I do. I wasn't really sure how to wrap up the conversation, so I invited him to our church's service and promised him lunch is he wanted to come. I felt awkward at this point and tried to think of a way to wrap up the conversation while leaving the door open for further discussion if it happened naturally. "Well, I am a pagan who will celebrate the Christian holiday in order to get a day off work," he proudly stated.
Tonight I partook of communion to remember his sacrifice, I thought, "I'm not prepared, my heart isn't pure..." Often I feel the initial panic that I'm not good enough. And yet, I know I am covered. My purity isn't what I depend on in order to be in a right relationship with God. I'm counting on Christ's covering, his purity that covers my own shortcomings.
Thank you, Lord, for this unspeakable gift. I pray this covering for all of my children and hope my fumbling words and life will somehow point others to the One who can truly save.
What do you believe?