Our first meal together was a few months ago, mainly because my husband Jeff and her husband Scott had become friends and they thought Kirsten and I would also get along.
So we all four met at Applebee’s one Friday night. We chatted. And we connected. The men were right.
But then Scott got a call to a new job and he flew to Seattle and they were selling their house and packing up boxes and our next meal was a group farewell dinner at Terranova’s.
My friend moved away last week. And I hardly got to know her.
It’s my own fault. I thought there would be time. More time. I didn’t know, Kirsten didn’t know, that she’d be moving across the country from Alabama to Washington in the blink of an eye.
But last week Jeff and I were blessed with an evening at Kirsten’s house preparing for their move and on Friday we got to give her and her kids a ride to the airport to meet up with Scott in Seattle.
It wasn’t enough, but it was something. I’ll take it.
I don’t like the feeling of unfinished business.
Maybe that’s why yesterday’s Easter sermon made my heart pound.
“It is finished.”
Pastor Mark shared about these four cups of Passover—sanctification, deliverance, redemption, and protection.
And then another cup—the cup of wrath. One meant for me.
But the cup Jesus drank for me instead.
And with one last breath, one last blood drop, one last heart beat—he finished it all.
It was the end of the law (Romans 10:4). Once for all (Hebrews 7:27). My forever debt was paid (Colossians 2:14).
I may still have unfinished opportunities here, but there is no unfinished work. Jesus paid it all.
No need to pay twice for what’s been paid in full.
We each were given a wooden cup on Sunday morning to take home, to remind us that Christ drank our cup of wrath, and now we get to drink freely of his grace.
So even though I may not have a meal here with Kirsten for a long while to come, I know there will be a meal with her later—one gigantic feast—because Christ already made our reservations, set the table for us, and paid for it all.
The cups overflow with goodness.
Nothing goes unfinished.
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Do you have regrets over any unfinished business? Is it hard for you to leave a mess for someone else to clean up, or to let someone else pay for you? Please share in the comments.
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