So far as I know, I am the only believer in town. We have an agreement, the four of us God has drawn to Kaş. Whenever any of us are present on Sunday, we celebrate the Lord’s table.
I feel a tad awkward. I have the wine, and some bread to break. But it is strange to think of celebrating all by myself.
A medley of Christmas music plays in the background. Candles glow and reflect
the colors and fabrics of my quiet space. The lights of Kaş twinkle in the night breeze beyond the window.Handel’s Hallelujah chorus penetrates my reading. All of a sudden I know it is time. I pour the wine and lay the bread, then begin the music again.
“For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!”
I stand—I can’t help myself!
“The Kingdom of this world is become the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ! And of His Christ!”
I break the bread.
“And He shall reign forever and ever. Forever! And ever!”
In this land of 3,000 friends of Jesus amid 75million who don’t know Him, I raise my glass. No awkwardness. Not alone. I am filled with joy, hope, and praise.
Şerefe! Here’s to You, King Jesus!
1 comment:
That gave me shivers, I could almost hear the music. Private intimate worship. Thanks for sharing.
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