communion wine

My parents and I were having a glass of wine after a lovely dinner a few nights ago. Dad had taught a study about the last supper as it relates to communion the night prior. Proud as I was to see my dad leading at church, I couldn't help but get lost in the text. I've been reading in Isaiah and that night I began to see connections between Jesus' last supper and the feast foretold in Isaiah 25 and the wedding feast in Revelation 19...

[6] On this mountain the LORD of hosts will make for all peoples

a feast of rich food, a feast of well-aged wine,

of rich food full of marrow, of aged wine well refined.

[7] And he will swallow up on this mountain

the covering that is cast over all peoples,

the veil that is spread over all nations.

[8] He will swallow up death forever;

and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from all faces,

and the reproach of his people he will take away from all the earth,

for the LORD has spoken.

(Isaiah 25:6-8 ESV)

[9] And the angel said to me, “Write this: Blessed are those who are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.” And he said to me, “These are the true words of God.”

(Revelation 19:9 ESV)

While enjoying the cup with my parents, I was reminded that Jesus said that he would not drink wine again until he drinks it new, when we are new, together in his kingdom. I long for that day. To be welcomed into the presence of my maker and savior is sobering. Though I am parched, I lap my tongue at the sour wine of lesser lovers. Yet by grace Jesus welcomes me to taste the aged wine that knows no time.

[29] I tell you I will not drink again of this fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father's kingdom.”

(Matthew 26:29 ESV)

I must quote Waterdeep, from their song Both Of Us'll Feel The Blast, a song that presents as vivid an image of this as I've come across

...dying's underrated, it's a ticket to the feast-
The one we're all invited to, from the greatest to the least

I hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine
So I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time
And I know there's no secrets when you're sitting at that table
But I believe we'll smile real knowingly when we read the label
And it says "passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy."
We'll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazy
And drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mind
And realize as it goes down- this is communion wine

I love the chill and goosebumps the Spirit so lovingly supplies when connections are made, and when I'm graced with the ability to understand a little bit about God and who he is. Love wells from within and I feel giddy about what I've just read from the Bible. Jesus, teach me that this is really what it looks like to be a man. A man in your eyes.