Despair, foreboding, fear, and anxiety are the fruit of the vine which has sprung up in our nation. We would not acknowledge Christ and His Gospel as our Lord and our Light, and so we have reaped what we’ve sown. But here is hope. Edible and drinkable hope. Hope which you can hold in your hand, hope which will leave a tang on the tongue.
Hope is not wishful thinking. Hope is certainty. When we eat this meal together we are memorializing, remembering, carrying out a renewal of the central truth of the world in which we live. A dead Man once rose from the grave. When we eat this bread and taste the earthy richness of grain turned into sustenance, we are tasting the reality that Christ was buried like a grain of corn, and sprang forth as the first man of a new human race. When we drink this wine and taste the sun-ripened sharpness, we are tasting the reality that Christ drank the entire cup of God’s wrath, and now all you feel is the sunny pleasure of the Father’s joy.
In truth, this meal bids unbelief be gone, it dispels dark clouds of foreboding, it underscores Christ’s Word to us, “Fear not, little flock, it is Your Father’s good pleasure to give you the Kingdom.” Your Father invites you to taste true hope. Here is our hope: Christ died for you. Christ rose for you. Christ reigns as King of the world for you. The Father now calls You His child, for you come to Him by faith in Christ.
So come in faith and welcome to Jesus…