It takes work to get back to the peace of knowing yourself loved. And perhaps we never fully get there while we’re
here. But the desire is set deep inside us, that incompleteness, the ache for
the surprise of love to find us. Perhaps some of us follow certain old scripts handed
on to us by our own histories, stories filled with fear and failure. The script
often reads- don’t trust, don’t hope. Jesus, God’s tender Word
comes to us and offers us a new script, new words to rewrite our story and reimagine
the old hopelessness as possibility and opportunity for grace; even allowing
ourselves to believe that we are rejoiced over.
Jesus invites us back to this place where we can
learn to receive life and love as underserved and unexpected blessings. We may sense the near impossibility of opening our hearts to make a space
for love and hope, a place inside us where God’s rejoicing can sprout and
blossom from the hard, unpromising stump of our tired old fear and loneliness. And
so we each morning we go up to the altar again to receive his precious
Body and Blood, the promise of his rejoicing over us.
