Really.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Really. It’s hard to believe how good God is sometimes. The simple fact that He loves you and me is enough to blow our minds. Even when we are brought down low by the sin that still tries to wrap it’s boney claws around our lives, He loves us. Even when we do things that bring shame and reproach upon His name, He loves us. Even when we choose our own way instead of His, He loves us. Really.
Almost 2,000 years ago in a tiny town called Bethlehem, after a journey of several days, a young virgin girl named Mary and her young husband named Joseph settled in for a long night in the stable, since all the rooms were taken at the local inn. The God of the universe had taken human form and was right there, inside her womb, just waiting for the moment He’d make His grand entrance into the world He came to save. Leaving the glory of heaven to come and be our Savior, there is He. Really.
He lived a perfect, sinless, holy life. He healed. He loved. He laughed. He showed us that there are some things worth getting angry about, like the abuse of His Father’s house. He taught us that everyone should be the target of our love, like the woman caught in adultery. He demonstrated that forgiveness should be extended even to those that hurt us, like the soldiers that mocked and beat Him. He did all this. Really.
He made 12 close friends who would go on to spread His message throughout all the world. He gave them authority to do what only God-sent men could do. He gave them the passion to continue the work, even when their lives were at stake. He left them with the job of going into the entire world with His gospel. He told them the message they carried was the only hope for a dying world. He trusted them. Really.
He held His silence through so much of the kangaroo trial. He allowed His hands to be bound. He allowed the soldiers to rip the flesh from His back with the whips. He allowed the crown made of thorns to be planted on His head, deep into His brow. He allowed them to lead Him up to Calvary’s mountain. He allowed His hands to be nailed to that old, rugged, splintered cross. He allowed the crowd to mock Him. He allowed His Spirit to leave His body. Really.
He was buried in a borrowed tomb. He took the keys to death and hell from the enemy while there. He spent 3 days and 3 nights in that tomb. He knew His friends were weeping. He knew His followers were despairing. He knew they were doubting. He knew they needed Him. Really.
He got up. He appeared to them to remind them of His promises. He extended grace to those who had failed Him. He reminded them of His unending love for them. He stood on a hillside and reminded them of their all important job of spreading the hope of the gospel. He ascended into the clouds, out of their sight. Really.
He’s coming again. Soon. Much sooner than many think. At any moment He could come. He wants you to be ready. Really.


That’s just a thought, and I welcome yours.
Until next time,
blake

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