new tradition

Last night we shared communion as a family after Lulu went down to bed...

We prayed for one another. We sang together. It wasn't perfection (dog licking my foot, a few complaints, a little bit of silliness instead of solemnity). But isn't that precisely the point of the Lord's supper? It isn't about our perfection, it is about our lack of it. And Jesus lacking nothing, but giving everything. His body broken...

His blood poured out...

He drinks the cup of wrath. We have communion with God.

There will be easter dying and easter egg hunts and easter gifts to come. But that imperfect, yet sacred moment will likely be my most treasured Easter memory this year.