Thursday, July 27, 2006
What I love about Jesus is that I never could have imagined anyone or thing like him and his love
I wrote the below, and I looked at some other people's blogs... and then I went back to mine and randomly clicked on an archive link and read some of my old stuff, and I decided I had more to say. More to say, that is, about what I wrote below. SO here goes.
First, Jesus loves me. Ok, have to say I knew that one already. Doing VBS this week, just helps me to remember that I have known Jesus' love since I was approximately 0. Technically before, since he knit me together in my mother's womb. But he does love me. He died for me.
Secondly, Jesus loves to forgive me. This is the part I have a problem with usually. You see, I'm pretty consistant at messing up in one area of my life. I get tired of confessing and confessing and confessing it, so I assume that Jesus gets tired of forgiving it. But no! He knows I'm not perfect. It's why he died... because I'm not perfect and yet he loves me. And since he loves me, he wants me to be close to him, which means I need his blood to cover me.
And it covers abundantly, fully, unstintingly. Because what would be the point of half-way forgiveness? What good would it do me or God or our relationship. He throws my sin away (and I like to visualize a violent throwing-away) and sees Jesus' blood when he looks at me.
AMAZING.
First, Jesus loves me. Ok, have to say I knew that one already. Doing VBS this week, just helps me to remember that I have known Jesus' love since I was approximately 0. Technically before, since he knit me together in my mother's womb. But he does love me. He died for me.
Secondly, Jesus loves to forgive me. This is the part I have a problem with usually. You see, I'm pretty consistant at messing up in one area of my life. I get tired of confessing and confessing and confessing it, so I assume that Jesus gets tired of forgiving it. But no! He knows I'm not perfect. It's why he died... because I'm not perfect and yet he loves me. And since he loves me, he wants me to be close to him, which means I need his blood to cover me.
And it covers abundantly, fully, unstintingly. Because what would be the point of half-way forgiveness? What good would it do me or God or our relationship. He throws my sin away (and I like to visualize a violent throwing-away) and sees Jesus' blood when he looks at me.
AMAZING.
