It dawned upon me just last week that Jesus had a last supper with his disciples. Not that it was a fact, but that it was a supper. See, he could have had a last prayer meeting, evangelical rally or bible study. It wasn’t even a fishing trip or jamming session. He had a supper.
He makes grass grow for the cattle,
and plants for man to cultivate—
bringing forth food from the earth:
wine that gladdens the heart of man,
oil to make his face shine,
and bread that sustains his heart.
I have the honour of presenting to you, my wedding presents, from my lovely wife. Cymbals galore! I now finally have a full set of cymbals. Now, all that is missing is a jazz ride (or two).