Before I left church yesterday, a little Sunday School kid said, “I won’t be here this Sunday. Can you give me a hug? And can you remember my name?” Suddenly I knew what Jesus felt like when he picked up children with their arms wide open, and I’m reminded that every human desire is really to be known and to be loved. It’s the heart of a kid who doesn’t want to be forgotten.
We’re all murderers, each and every one of us,
We took Him to the cross,
And hammered Him on,
Nail by nail,
We thought we could still save ourselves,
Oh how He proved us wrong when He rose from the grave.
How can you still be doubting the King of Kings?
That’s our spit on His face,
We rub salt into His wounds,
We whip Him repeatedly, we beat Him mercilessly,
Yet Jesus sits on a throne, and beckons us still to eternity with Him,
Look at His scars, we inflicted them upon His skin,
Look at His crown, we weaved those thorns for Him,
Look at His nails, we forged them crookedly,
Man threw all of his weight at Christ,
And Jesus overcame!
The only reason we’re alive is to love, not to chase blessing. We don’t find God through our circumstances and feelings, we find God through Christ’s life lived.
God is always in the business of restoration. He is always full of love and mercy towards us, no matter how far we feel from Him.
note to self: don’t judge. you are no better. we’ve all fallen short.
my answer is You
I cried so much,
I flooded my house,
I thought that I would drown
But that’s when He said,
"You can walk on water,
If you believe.”