I arrived a little late. The small room was already crowded and worship filled the air. Hosanna! Hosanna!! . . . I walked to the back corner, closed my eyes and allowed the Khmer worship songs to sweep over me.
Pastor David stood up to preach and he began talking about the Holy Communion and Jesus’ last supper with his disciples. He very vividly began painting a picture of the tremendous sacrifice of Christ. He is body- the bread broken for me. His blood- the cup of the New Covenant- poured out for me.
Christ took upon himself
100% of our offense
so that we could be free;
100% of our sickness
so that we could be healed;
100% of our guilt
so we that could be righteous;
100% of our sadness
so that we could receive his joy;
100% of our worry
so that we could have peace;
100% of our fear
so that we could receive love.
Beaten. Bloodied. Taunted. Bruised. Broken. Humiliated. Tortured.
So that I could be justified before a good and righteous God. Again and again the gospel of Jesus hit my heart and I could not help but be moved. Grace and Mercy mingled together and trickled down to cleanse this pauper of a girl, poor in spirit. Big fat tears just rolled down my cheeks as I listened; realizing I was falling in love with Jesus all over again, as if it were the very first time I had ever heard his message of great love.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. . . .
was the only response I could mutter.
The Gospel.
Thy Kingdom come.
