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A Saturday evening church worship experience . . . communion would be served . . . a loaf of bread would be torn, broken and dipped . . . dipped into a cup that had been poured. I was suddenly taken back to that one day when my Savior personally encountered the ultimate “tipping point” of all human history.
In one moment of remembrance, I was drawn again to His cross where He willingly poured out life for all the “I can’t do this anymore” moments we encounter . . . and His invitation was clear . . .”Come eat . . come, drink . . this is My body for you”. His invitation includes the likes of myself . . . the under-resourced and the over-matched . . . and when we come . . . we hear these words . . .
“And I pray that you . . may have power . . to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge – that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” – Ephesians 3:17-19
I received the bread, dipped it in the cup . . . and remembered that in Him I have been filled to overflowing in resurrection life and power. I was reminded of the fact that “tipping points” are not about me . . . but the Christ in me . . . and powerfully flowing through me . . . into the fabric of lives nearby.
This is David “JB” Miller reminding you that our design and purpose was never meant to become comfortable collection pots of God’s amazing grace . . . but rather conduits . . . conduits who join in the chorus of life and volunteer with ministries like Cafe Partner “Cities 4 Life”. When you show up in His name, you bring hope and healing that only the Author of life can pour out . . . into one troubled and hurting soul at a time. Christ in you has the power to replace tragedy with triumph . . . to supersede death with life . . . simply because you as His hands and feet cared enough to be present at someone else’s . . .
. . . tipping point.