Lately I've been thinking about Jesus... I mean, really thinking about Jesus... a lot. In fact, the last couple days I've been making it a point to take communion every day as a way to remember and thank Him for dying on the cross to take away my sins and rising from the dead. I know, He didn't do it just for me... He died and rose again for you too. In this place of reflection however, it seems like He died and rose for just me. In this place, I feel His presence as I whisper, "Jesus, thank You." It doesn't seem like quite enough, but at the same time, I feel the warmth of His touch and somewhere in my heart I can see Him look me in eye, nod His head, and smile. I'm undone.
When I take the bread and remember Jesus' body, broken for me, I'm humbled. When I take the cup and remember Jesus' blood, shed me, I tremble. This is God's love for me, up close and personal. It reminds me that I am not my own. I'm bought with a price... the precious blood of Jesus Christ, God's own Son.
Oh, how often I overlook the life and purpose I have in Jesus Christ. How few times I spend seeking His face in prayer. When I'm sick, why don't I seek healing from Him, first? When I'm confused, why don't I seek His wisdom? When I'm lost, why don't call out to Him to show me the way? It reminds me of the words to an old hymn, What a friend we have in Jesus, "Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear, all because we do not carry everything to God in prayer!"
Lately, I feel like I'm finding my first love again. I'm coming back to my senses and am remembering the reality of living life with and through Jesus Christ. I'm so grateful to God the Father for sending His Son. It's through Jesus that I can see the face of God. In His eyes, I find life. I find meaning, I find love, I find hope. Thank you Father for Jesus.
What would happen, if Jesus was truly our one sole focus? I don't know about you, but I want to find out. In the words of St. Patrick, "
