Does salvation have a taste? If those who have experienced the saving power of Jesus should try to describe the taste of salvation, what would they say?
Imagine if you will a banquet laid out before you. There are entrees, appetizers, miniature desserts and exotic fruits and vegetables from all over the world. The cuisine of every culture is represented and the smell is so scrumptious that your mouth starts to water. Your eyes are slightly dazzled as you’re not sure what to sample first.
You grab a plate and reach towards the first dish. “Hmmm.” You think, “This is going to be delicious.” But then out of the corner of your eye you see your friend beckoning. It looks kinda urgent but still you wonder if you have time to grab something before seeing what he wants. But no, he’s getting more and more elaborate in his attempts to grab your attention and he’s beginning to draw a crowd. With a sigh you put the plate down and step away from the buffet.
Your friend excitedly grabs your hand and drags you upstairs into a dimly lit upper room. “I’ve prepared a meal for us.” He says. “You’re going to love it!” your mind flashes back to the bounty you left downstairs and you’re excited. If your friend prepared a meal for you it’s going to be awesome! But, you don’t smell anything, and you don’t see anything either.
“Where’s the food?” you ask.
“Right here!” he excitedly replies. He uncovers a tray and on it you see bread. And grape juice. And nothing else. “Is this a joke?” you wonder aloud.
He takes the bread, blesses it, brakes it, and gave it to you and says, “Take, eat; this is my body.”
Then He takes the cup, gives thanks, and gives it to you and says, “Drink from it, for this is my blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.”
My friend, this is the banquet that Jesus prepared for his disciples. That last meal with them was so much more than just a dinner engagement. It was the physical embodiment of a covenant made with his people, with you and with me.
For a totally undeserving person. An
ungrateful nation. A world of sinners.
Here’s a question for you: when was the last time you told God thanks for saving you? Life is hard, I get it and there are a whole lot of things to complain about. But have you ever noticed that when you’re giving thanks it’s hard to grumble and be discontent?
How do we let God know that we’re grateful for the sacrifice of his son? Well, you could just tell him. But another good way is to participate in the communion service of your church.
You may call it the Lord’s Supper or the Holy Communion or even the Eucharist, but are you taking the time to develop the taste of gratitude? Here was this king, ruler of all that he surveyed, the all-powerful one. He came here, to this world to be mocked and tormented and brutally murdered… all because he wanted to save us. He saw something redeemable in humanity – in each one of us – and so he reached across time, across space to become the Ultimate Sacrifice.
When you partake of the Lord’s Supper, do you ever wonder how you could ever be worthy of such a sacrifice? Are you living your life a sweet savor because you are so grateful for this costly gift? Why not start today?
Lord, forgive me where I've fallen short. Help me to live my life as a living sacrifice to you. In Jesus' name. Amen.
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