Saturday, June 9, 2018

My Rescue

Well guys. I have been itching to write a blog post, and I have got a couple drafted out... but none of them felt right. Until now. So here goes nothin'
Jesus Christ.
What a guy.
I love this man with every part of me. He is my Friend. He is my Brother. He is my Rock.  He is my Savior.
This man, who lived 2000 years ago, knows me intimately, completely, and unconditionally.
He walked mile after mile; healing, teaching, consoling, expounding, and setting the perfect example for me. He is meek, gentle, understanding, humble, and perfect in every sense of the word.
I cannot describe how grateful my heart is to this man who so willingly came to a corrupt world, to be rejected by His own, to suffer indescribely, and to have nails driven through his hands, wrist, and feet for me. I love Him so much. I stand a witness that He is the literal Son of God. I stand as a witness that in Him there is healing, hope, peace and redemption. I stand as a witness that miracles are working amongst the children of God.
I will forever stand as a witness of Jesus Christ.
You want facts? Well here they are.
Jesus lives. He is real. He is alive and active in the lives of those He died to save.
Come unto Him. He loves you, He is waiting for you. His arms are open. Come.