The First Step
In preparations for Easter, and honoring the fact that this is Holy Week, I read the story of Jesus’ final Passover meal in the book of Matthew. It’s a familiar passage; parts of it are often read or paraphrased when communion is served. In His very gracious way, God revealed several new thoughts to my understanding of the passage. One idea in particular has remained with me as I’ve gone through my morning tasks.
In Matthew 26:26 it says, “As they were eating, Jesus took bread, blessed and broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, ‘Take, and eat it; this is my body.'” In the past when I’ve read this passage, I’ve jumped to the significance of Jesus’ words. This morning God spoke to my heart through the first half of that short verse.
“As they were eating.” In the midst of the ordinary, Jesus changes everything. The disciples were enjoying a traditional Passover meal. They had probably already gone through the time-honored steps to relive the Israelites’ escape from Egypt. I imagine they were at a point of just enjoying one another’s company. Jesus then takes some bread, another ordinary event, and He begins to teach them something new. God does that often for me. In the midst of the most ordinary settings, God steps in to teach me something new: about myself, about who He is, about what He wants for me, about how He changes the ordinary into something holy.
As I was thinking about my ordinary that God wants to inhabit, God directed my attention to the fact that Jesus picked up bread and before He began revealing new truth, He blessed it. Jesus gave thanks for what was given, what was provided. Before Jesus enjoyed what was provided, He gave thanks. Before He revealed fresh truth for the disciples, He expressed gratitude. I thought about the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand and how he blessed the simple fish and bread of a young boy’s lunch before He multiplied it. Before a moment that introduced the idea of a new covenant to experience, Jesus expressed His gratefulness for what was provided.
In the midst of a season that is not fun – in the middle of self-isolation and becoming too comfortable with one’s own home – God nudged me to give thanks for what has been provided to me. Let me be clear: He wasn’t just asking me to be thankful for things like food in my fridge, a comfortable home, and money to pay our bills. God reminded me that He has provided opportunities to be creative with my time, moments of quiet to reflect on my selfishness, more than enough time to come around to being obedient to what He asks of me, and an awareness that prayer is an active verb. He spoke to my heart and pointed out that blessing the provision is the first step. God was asking me to be thankful for all the different aspects of my new way of living. After the blessing, after realizing what has been given to me, after seeing God as my provider in all things and having a heart of true gratitude, only then am I ready to take the next step He has for me. Perhaps He’ll ask me to share what I’ve been provided. Perhaps He’ll work a miracle and multiply what I hold so that more can be given away than I could every imagine. Perhaps He wants me to enjoy what He has provided, partake of gratitude and sustenance from His precious hand. Perhaps He’s going to provide a fresh experience that will reveal a new facet of who He is and how deeply He loves me.
In the middle of everyone’s new ordinary, God wants us to see how much He is providing. God wants us to offer to Him a sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving. Life right now feels a bit boring, and yet, the disciples entered that Passover meal not realizing how ultimately significant it would become. I see Jesus standing before me, and He’s holding the bread. His Holy Spirit is nudging mine with the truth that He has so much He wants to teach me and reveal to me in these moments. And I need to take the first step; I need to express my gratitude for the myriad of things He is providing for me in these ordinary moments.
