When something isn't in use or you fall out the habit-it's easier to forget and therefore lose it for a while. I was thinking how we can lose the passion of thankfulness. That overwhelming boiling up where I just have to thank Jesus with all of my being for what He has saved me from.
Sure, I can sing that I'm thankful to Jesus, read about it or even nod my head in agreement when a Pastor speak about it, but I was feeling like I had lost the awe and wonder of it the other day. So I started thinking about what I have really been saved from.
I have been saved from hell. A word we don't hear much these days expect from as an expression of annoyance. You don't even hear it mentioned in some many churches these days. I have been saved from eternal pain and continual agony. I have been saved from having to listen to constant wailing and saved from so much more. Because of Jesus I have a future in heaven. I can have an abundant life on earth because He saved me. I never deserved to be saved. I don't deserve it. There's no special reason I am saved apart from the free and unmerited favor of God. GRACE.
Selah.
Pause and think about that a minute.
Speechless.
If I could recall everyday in a living way what I have been saved from I would have more love for the One who saved me.
There's a language I don't want to speak and it's called "Christianese"
-A communicable language within the Christian subculture with words and phrases created, redefined, and / or patened that applies only to the Christian sphere of influence.
I suppose you could sum it up as a dialect amongst Christians. It's derived from well know Christian sayings that were founded in truth but that if not careful can at times become empty words. Sometimes this language can creep up in your tongue without knowing it. I don't want to speak it. But I do want to speak real, living words about the goodness of God. I want to always sing from my heart and not just my mouth.
Imagine Jesus, the son of God chose to go through horrific pain and endured many a sad heart for me?
For me?
A girl who sometimes forgets to thank him!
For me?
A girl who does not always make him priority!
For me?
A girl who sins and makes thousands of mistakes!
YES! IT WAS FOR ME!!!
Imagine God would give his very son for us? It's easy to let the words trip off our mouths but really....
I have 2 sons. 2 amazing boys. When they were born I discovered a part in my heart that I never knew was there. It was a new kind of love. An overwhelming, passionate, ready to protect kind of love. If you are a parent reading this you know. We hate seeing our babies ( young or old) get hurt in any way. I cannot stand it when my sons have to feel even the slightest discomfort or pain- a "skint knee", a cold, a bump, an upset tummy, a bruise. Mummy and Daddy's just want to make things better.
How did God feel when He watched his only son get battered? His skin burst and bruised. Bumps and knocks to his beautiful head. Stripped naked to feel the cold and the icy stares of a crowd hated him.
Hated him for what?
All He ever done was good.
How could Mary's heart take it? It must have been broken to pieces. A mothers heart torn in grief. I wonder if she cried in agony as she watched her son go through torture. Yes, she knew He would rise again and that this was destiny, but I wonder how she felt as a mother. I wonder if as Jesus hung on the cross did she have flashbacks to him as a baby. Once perfectly smooth skin, now torn open with wounds and cuts. Precious blood dripping from his body.
"Thank you" doesn't really seem to cut it does it? No wonder Jesus asks for us to love Him with our whole heart, soul, mind and strength. Our whole lives. Doesn't he deserve that?
He deserved so much more and we will never repay Him but we can still try.....
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