The last time we had Communion at church, six-year-old Ella was sitting next to me. It was another one of those precious “Ella” moments.
“That’s not really blood. It’s grape juice,” she said.
“That’s right, Ella. It just stands for the blood of Jesus that He shed when He died on the cross. He told us we’re supposed to celebrate communion as a way of remembering Him and all that He did for us until He comes back.”
“He’s coming back!?! Will He come to my house?” She was very excited. We had a mini teaching moment right there to reinforce what her mom and dad had told her many times. Maybe this will be the time that she gets it – the time that she’ll remember. I know I’ll always remember it. As I pondered this moment, I wrote a poem about Easter that I’ll be sharing with my grandkids on Sunday. I thought I’d share it with you, too. Happy Resurrection Day!
HE IS RISEN INDEED
Dresses pressed and clean
Shoes with a fresh sheen
Bunnies hopping silently
Chocolate eaten violently
Eggs hidden on the ground
Children running all around
Do these sights tell the story
Of our Lord rising up in glory
How did this come to be
The way we celebrate his victory
Over sin and death on a cruel cross
To save us sinners who were so lost.
While candy and eggs are lots of fun
The day is really about the One
Who died and rose and will come again
Jesus – my Savior, my Lord, my Friend.