a funny story, a whole lotta praisin' God, and the meal that heals

So this morning at around 3:30am, Cody very easily (Praise God!) got out of bed to go to the bathroom. As he stood up, he said "wow, I feel so much better!" (Again, praise God!) And then he goes, "Amy, something happened. I can feel the difference!" (Oh praise Him!)

3:30am

He was gone for about 10 minutes (which is a long time in my book), so I went to check on him. I slowly opened the bathroom door and saw him just sitting there without a care in the world. I said, "Are you ok?" to which he so nonchalantly replies, "yeah, are you??"

Anyway, so then he decided he was hungry and made his way down to the fridge (FYI: we keep all our stuff in the fridge out in the garage). Again, he was gone for a long time and I was a little worried since he had to go downstairs and the house was all dark. So I got up to go check on him again.

When I opened the door to the garage, I didn't see him. The house was still dark. Where could he have gone? So I stepped into the garage, looked to my left, and there was Cody standing outside under the motion light eating pepperoncini's right out of the jar! Is there any other way?

And then if that wasn't enough of a snack, he wanted cheesecake too!

Praise the Lord he even has an appetite!

Last night before we went to bed I read some of the word to him and then we partook in the meal that heals. The Lord's Supper. It is truly a desire of our hearts to break bread everyday. If it just sits on the table, it gets old and stale. Nobody likes day old bread. Sometimes we get lazy and of course, we don't want to make it a religious event. We want to daily remember Who Jesus is.

I just did a little google search on broken bread and poured out wine and what I came up with ministered to my spirit, so I wanted to share it with all of you.

"This broken body and shed blood was not only something that was done for us by Jesus, it is also something which is now being done in us by Jesus. We are being made by God, through the power of his Son, broken bread and poured out wine for the world.

Now we go out and nourish the famished with the bread of God ... heal the sick with the wine of God ... raise the dead ... free the captives ... restore the penitent. Supernatural, eternal, holy changes will take place in the lives we touch.

But if this bread is to so nourish people, it has to be broken. As long as the bread sits on the table and is not broken and eaten no one is nourished. This means we get broken! Our wishes, our desires, our plans give way to God's purpose. We are inconvenienced,
hurt,
maligned and despised ... some of us may be killed.

But as we so share in our Lord's cross life comes to others.

And if this wine is to bring life to people it has to be poured out. If it stands in the chalice it may give off a fragrance, but no one is nourished. So we are spent, poured out, lost in the doing of God's will of mercy."

So as we eat of His body and drink of His blood, we remember. And not only remember, but realize that when Jesus hung on the cross He not only bore our sins, but also testicular cancer. I can imagine that it hung on Him like an evil, dark cloak. And as He hung there, He thought of Cody. The pain, the suffering, the absolute ugliness of it all. He knew. He knows.

To be continued....