So it's Thanksgiving. Our first in a while (last two years either Gideon was in hospital or we were homeless with a newborn) and lovely at that.
While I was a bit cheeky about my blessings around the table today (not getting lost in the woods during our ill-fated turkey trot, survival pic above), what's been most on my mind is a scripture from Isaiah:
"Yet it pleased the Lord to bruise him; he hath put him to grief: when thou shalt make his soul an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of the Lord shall prosper in his hand."
Finally, this week I received an installment. When praying about how to ask for help in this regard, the bolder portion of the quoted verse instantly came to mind: I needed to ask the Father that Christ's soul be considered the offering for my pain and weakness such that I could be healed and find rest.
The power of that imagery stayed with me- of Christ acting as my sacrificial offering ala Old Testament times-on the altar of the New and Everlasting covenant, or the sacrament table. In this way, both the power of Christ as an offering and the meaning of my weekly sacrament experience became saving and real. I could feel the power beyond my own begin to sink in.
On this day of days, I am grateful for the lightening of burdens and healing that comes through making Christ the offering for my pain and accepting his grace in return. It is making all the difference.