communion

Earlier today I did something I've never done before. During communion, I spilled the juice. I made a mess and I was embarrassed, but the lady behind me was very thoughtful and offered me another cup when the plate was passed down her row.

And then I heard the gentle whisper of the Lord. He speaks to me in these little things often, and today, the symbolism was not lost on my heart. "Erin, it's ok, because I spilled it first."

And maybe we ought not try so hard to consume His love so neatly. Because the cross was messy.

And maybe it's ok to be a little more reckless with His Love, because when we spill, it at least leaves evidence that others can see.

And maybe we ought not act like the grace will run out if we spill it, or share it. Because there is enough. The blood of Christ was and is enough. For me. For all of us.