Tuesday, December 13, 2011
At church, I bring my own piece of bread for the sacrament. I can't eat wheat at all and would be sick if I tried so I hold out my bread during the sacrament prayer and from what I understand, it is also blessed. Only I have to keep a wary eye open during the prayer because small busy hands find it the perfect offering and have gobbled it up a time or two. We take the bread to remember Jesus' body and that he sacrificed it for us.
I believe Jesus lived and died for us. I believe there is a plan for each us on this earth. That we can return to live with Heavenly Father again. I know the scriptures are a road map to becoming like God. They give me peace and joyful insight as I read them.
I love Christmas. I love the Savior of the World. I think about his humble beginnings. How it was foretold that he would wear a crown, yet on this earth, the only crown he wore was made of thorns. I wonder if Mary knew as she held him as a baby, that he was the reason, that he would heal her, and all of us. I know he will come again, I love the scripture that says, 'every knee will bow and tongue confess that Jesus is the Christ'. When He comes again He will wear a true crown, He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. God be thanked for the matchless gift of his son.