I’ve been reading this devo on and off whenever I remember to thumb through its beautiful pages, and it never disappoints. Shauna is one of my absolute favorites, her family one that I completely look up to from afar. January 8 could be the poster-child for Urban Hallelujah- the very heartbeat of the blog. I thought I’d share an excerpt, hoping it encourages you just as much as it did me.
And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.” ~Luke 22:19
I believe that Jesus asked us to remember him during the breaking of the bread and the drinking of the wine every time, every meal, every day– no matter where we are, who we are, what we’ve done.
If we only practice remembrance when we take communion at church, we miss three opportunities a day to remember. What a travesty! Eugene Peterson says that “to eyes that see, every bush is a burning bush.” To those of us who believe that all of life is sacred, every crumb of bread and sip of wine is a Eucharist, a remembrance, a call to awareness of holiness right where we are.
I want the holiness of the Eucharist to spill out beyond the church walls, out of the hands of priests and into the regular streets and sidewalks, into the hands of regular, grubby people like you and me, onto our tables, in our kitchens and dining rooms and backyards.
Holiness abounds, should we choose to look for it. The whisper and drumbeat of God’s Spirit are all around us, should we choose to listen for them. The building blocks of the most common meal- the bread and the wine- are reminders to us: he’s here. He’s here, and he is good.
~page 8, Savor, Shauna Niequist
Every night when I pray over my girls I ask that the Lord would reveal Himself to them personally in the miracles and in the mundane. That these precious girls would see that all things are in Him and through Him and for Him. I pray they would seek Him, love Him and know Him in all things. Reading this today made me pause and say the same prayer for myself! I want the holiness of Christ to spill over into my morning coffee with Maya, into tummy time with my twins. I want it to seep into the evenings on the couch sipping wine and reading or watching tv with David. I want the Hallelujah to whisper from my lips through the miracle of my babies’ laughter and the mundane of doing bloody nose laundry (yes, it happens all too often around here!).
May I choose to see that burning bush.
May holiness abound should I choose to look for it.