So what about you? What's your redemption story? We each have one. Mine is up there at the top of the page, "God's Kindness: My Story". It's a work in progress. I'M a work in progress.
What part of your story are you in? Have you recognized the fact that your Creator delighted himself with making you?
Have you sensed your fallenness, your desire to live life your own way and be independent of God and His ways? Have you been broken?
Have you recognized your Redeemer's arrival on the scene yet? Known that he has been pursuing you with each step you have taken away from him? Not the stalking type of pursuit that frightens you and makes you want to run faster, but the gentle wooing that for a time even annoys you because he is irresistible--but you must try to resist a little longer?
Have you let him rescue you, and watched with amazement as he redeems you--showing you just how strong he can be in your weakness? Showing you your precious worth to him? Using you in ways you never dreamed possible?
Are you filled with anticipation, awaiting the fulfillment of the relationship that Christ bought back for you? The face to face encounter with the living God? Do you live with hope and joy as you wait, because you know the one who calls you is faithful?
This Easter, I pray that you know you are rescued, that you are living in the joy of a redeemed life. If not, I pray that you will turn back to the one who has given everything for you, and allow him to draw you near. May it be a celebration of knowing, your Redeemer lives. A celebration of the truth that His story is your story.
Christ is risen indeed!
4 comments:
thanks for this post, I feel like so much has been going on, I haven't had a chance to just sit and think. And I need to, especially during this time of year!
My parents weren't church going people Tracy. When I was 5 years old (with one brother 10 and one 4 and a sister who was 3) some neighbors invited us to church. All of us. When mom and dad declined they offered to take the children. And every Sunday for one year they loaded their 2 kids and the 4 of us into their car and we all went to church. After they were transferred away I continued to go, walking the 8 blocks or so to get there. Redemption for me means that Jesus loved me so much He was willing to die on that cross, but more than that He was willing to search out someone enough of a servant to Him to take 4 extra children to church. I've been there ever since because the minute they told me Jesus loved me, I believed them. By the way, my parents were baptized when they were in their sixties! blessings, marlene
Amen, sister! And it wasn't me who brought the sunny skies to the Upper Midwest...you know it's God's work!
I'm still trying to figure things out. But I'll get there, I'm pretty sure...Happy Easter!
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