Sometimes I am blown away by how people act during Church on Sundays. Maybe I’m a grumpy old lady or maybe my own life experiences have helped me appreciate what the Savior has done for us all. Even still, I am the first to admit that I have far to go, to improve myself. And that’s okay. What matters is that we try each day to be more like Christ. So let us all strive to try a little harder and a great place to begin is by being more appreciative during the Sacrament each week.
If the Savior sat beside me,
When I took the sacrament,
Would I ponder on the things I do
Or what the Savior meant.
Would I be angry at the deacon
Fumbling as he learned,
Or thinking of those around me
And their many deep concerns.
Would I whisper to my neighbor
Of things that matter very little,
Making hearts already tender
Grow more fragile and more brittle.
Or would I seek distraction,
(Play a game or two or three)
Forgetting all about the things
The Savior did for me.
I hope I wouldn’t look up
And see the sadness on His face
At all of those around us
Who don’t seem to care they’re in this place.
I hope I’d be more grateful
For all that He has done,
And marvel that beside me
Was God’s beloved Son.
I hope I’d look up at His face
And gaze into His eyes,
And marvel at the depth thereof
And the love that therein lies.
Gently take His hand in mine,
Feel the prints upon each one,
A reminder of His Sacrifice
And that the Battle has been Won.
Though He may not be here now
Sitting in this place
I still should treat each Sacrament
As if that were the case.
Next time that you are waiting
For the bread to pass your way,
Make sure your reverence isn’t something
That’s simply on display.
And when you’ve passed it on
And it’s someone else’s turn,
Remember that you promised
To help others with concern.
That you promised to take upon His name –
As if He was just there,
To help him do His Sacred Job
With more love and with more care.
For what a gift the Savior gave
To me and all of you –
Reverently and humbly
Is the least that we can do.