Can you imagine the disciples’ confusion as they sat at the table with Jesus, listening to him explain the life-changing event that was about to take place? How he would willingly surrender his life so we could be forgiven and have eternal life? He’d be beaten, hung on a cross, and die, but three days later, he would rise again? In this simple poem, let’s imagine we’re in the room where they gathered that night and what may have happened when he broke the bread. The cup was passed around the table that night, Bread was broken by soft…
· by Loretta Eidson · In: Uncategorized










