It's amazing to me, sitting there in church, how I am in this place for the first time, yet I know the preacher.
He used to visit my small Washington town, pop into my office, read my e-mail messages from afar. Now we're both visiting here, a familiar place to him but an unfamiliar place to me. He remembers me, remembers my parents when we chat and I tell him my maiden name, and I meet his lovely wife.
The deeper familiarity, however, is one I recognize in the message he shares that day: Christ's robe of righteousness, His blood shed for me, is both enough for my salvation, and my only salvation.
It's a meal I never tire of--the spiritual food of Christ and Him crucified, offering me nourishment and victory in every moment.
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