On the first Sunday of the month, our church takes communion together. These days we are given a cup, with the elements sealed tight, as we walk into the sanctuary. This time I held the cup in my hands until it was time. I do not know what it was that made this observance different than all the other times, but it hit me afresh the cost and pain of what I was holding in my hands. Again I wondered if I was worth such a sacrifice. The answer was yes and I was overwhelmed with love and gratefulness. Having been forgiven so much how can I not respond?