cupcake communion

A few years back I had someone give me a word of prophecy. For those unfamiliar that’s when someone tells you something that they believe God has told them about your life.

It sounds pretty weird, and it is, but not scary weird.

Anyway, I don’t remember the exact words but the image was that I was walking through a dark and tangled woods, with thorns and brambles, but that God wanted to promise that I would walk out into a green and clear and warm field. I was confused and wrecked at the time so it was an encouraging word.

As I was driving on the long highway back home that night, I was thinking about that word and the thought crossed my mind, as it has since, that the field could be death. Maybe life is just brambles and thorns and dark and confusion and then I come out when I die.

It’s hard to remember when we’re lonely, and the job hasn’t turned out how we wanted, and hope that life is going turn out how we planned is running short that God is good to us now. Not just in the past and not just in the undefined future, but now. God is good to us and for us now.

Part of the reason I don’t remember that is I don’t do a good enough job of celebrating how God is being good to me. How everything I have comes from him.

So yesterday, by providence or happy accident, depending on your theological inclinations (I’m leaning toward providence on this one) we had cupcakes at church today and I led us in cupcake communion. Because while it is good to take bread and wine and remember the broken body and spilled blood of Jesus on our behalf, it is also good to taste and see that the Lord is good, even when we see dark and thorns and tangles.