So, when we come to the Lord’s table we look to his body, the bread, and his blood, the wine, seeing in them the mystical union we enjoy with Christ and in Christ one another. We come to a feast, so to speak, not in quantity but in substance, a sacrament that reminds us of our union and nourishes us by his Spirit.
Moses trusted in God as He had revealed Himself, serving as a temporary prophet and mediator but awaiting the reward of his eternal Prophet, Priest, and King.
Jesus sent his disciples into the storm not to punish them but to reveal himself more fully to them. It was in the presence of their Lord that the wind ceased upon the sea. In the midst of the storm they feared for their lives, but in the presence of Jesus they worshiped him, saying, “Truly you are the Son of God.”
The greatest work of art in the most elegant of settings is rubbish compared to the radiance of the testimony of God’s grace at work in you.