Bitter Sweet

jessie

I feel like the Christian walk is bitter-sweet. I was thinking about this on Sunday because it was the only way that I could describe worship that night. Trying to work out your salvation is extremely bitter because it requires a lot of death. You must continually die to yourself and get as much of “you” out of you so that more of Christ can fit in. Any sinful desire, thought, and notion has to be taken captive and then smothered. At times it’s near exhausting (especially/only if you’re not relying on God’s grace, which is 90% of the time for me) and I can understand why so many people are asleep.

However the actual communion with God, the one-on-one time where you’ve finally begun to believe that my sin is actually forgiven and I don’t have to say “I’m sorry!” to God over and over again in order to pay penance, is extremely sweet. Kind of like those few times in worship (should it be more?) where you can actually feel God’s presence and all you can do is hold your breath. And then I think about wine and how it’s so awfully bitter but can be sweet at the same time; I understand a little bit more why Christ chose wine to be the symbol of his blood.

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