Communion

I want to win your heart with the softness of whispered kisses, a steady stream of the gifts of My goodness, a River rich with the Peace of My Presence, and an Ocean brimming to overflow with the Vastness of My Love.

Communion is so much more than a simple ritual of the confession of sin, the sharing of broken bread, and drinking in the forgiveness purchased for you by the shedding of My blood. Let Me romance you with the language of intimacy. I want to share with you at the deepest level of your being. To commune with you is to share the essence of My being and what you mean to me. My thoughts are often not yours, they are higher. Let Me share with you today some things perhaps you have not yet considered about My Passion for you.

The wounds that I sustained at the Cross each have symbolic significance. The crown of thorns pierced more than My brow. Each and every thought from the enemy of your soul that torments you was pressed into My mind and I felt the weight of those lies and I grieved for the pain they cause you. But as I took on those lies, I offer in exchange the outflow of My thoughts toward you – they are more numerous than the sands of the sea, and every one of those thoughts makes me smile and rejoice over the way you reflect aspects of My image with fingerprints of your being that are unique and unrepeatable.

The spear that pierced My side gave you access to My heart which bled and broke over the separation which occurred at the Fall. In the beginning, a rib was taken from the first Adam to fashion Eve because God said that it was not good for him to be alone. Eve then became the mother of all living. I am the last Adam and you are meant to be My Bride because neither does My Father want Me to be without a suitable partner to co-reign. I take you back into My side where you are meant to be shielded and protected. There is no safer place for you to dwell.

My hands were nailed, each one, immovable to the Cross. I took in and felt the powerlessness you feel apart from your Creator; and the ways you have been at the mercy (often absent) from the powers in this world that are greater than you. In exchange, I grant you My scepter with which to rule and subdue the earth − an authority lost long ago I grant to you once again. I was there at the beginning before the world began, crafting all that exists. I invite you to let Me place My pierced hands over each of yours and I bless and sanctify, with My shed blood, the work of your hands through which I long to daily fashion your world for your good.

Each of My feet, pierced and pinned as well to that same Cross, are meant to be a reminder that I have gone before you and travelled to the end each and every path which you will choose in life. Before you ever took your first step, there was a Voice behind you coaching, “This is the way, let Me teach you how to walk in it.” Like a loving parent, I offer to steady you when you lose your balance and pick you up when you fall. And, as you mature to run the race set before you, I stand cheering you on to the finish line where there will be a celebration for your victory.

The flogging with the cat-o’-nine-tails which tore My back to shreds offers the reminder that the strength of your flesh is useless. It will fail you. Apart from Me and My strength, you can do nothing. I bore your burdens and shouldered the Cross so you wouldn’t have to. Come to Me when you are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Meditate on these realities and I ask you to complete the circle of communion with your response. Bring to Me each of your wounds. Talk to Me about how you sustained them, what they felt like, and what those wounds have told you about yourself, the world, and others. Be My Bride, in sickness and in health (on this earth) until all of the struggle is wiped away for Eternity. Let us never be apart.