Taking the Cup

I know that there have been many ups and downs of moving here, but one of the constant ups is being able to go to Church and hear a sermon from someone who you can see and understand. It truly helps you empathize with people who have never heard a sermon in their own language. I mean, it's a real treat to be able to do so much in your own language! Though Ty was saying the other day that he still doesn't feel comfortable talking while passing people, cause they can actually understand! haha

But that wasn't the point of writing here ;) After mum and dad shared this morning, Pastor Jim did a devotional (longish ;) hehe, I love it when people branch away from this time oriented society ;)) on servant hood. Yes there were some tears as God had laid this sermon on his heart and I don't think I was the only one who was touched. Anywho, he was talking about how we take communion, we - in short- are agreeing to take the same cup as Christ; that of suffering and sacrifice. And really, before we agree to taking it, can and will we agree, in front of Christ, that we are willing to be hurt, persecuted, teased, pained and stressed (to sum up the list quickly ;)). That got me thinking. Was I really? Sure I say that life hasn't always been easy, but it certainly hasn't been painstaking. Have I suffered? Not really. Am I willing? Really, am I willing? Like, if something horrid happened, would I say "Well, I said I was willing, so thank you Lord."? Am I willing to take the cup that is full of pain and disgrace beyond what any human can bare? Well, with God's grace I can say, yes.