About Being a Voice of Restoration
So, everybody around you? They need somebody. Maybe you could be that somebody?
No one is impenetrable, there's a bit of broken inside each one of us - and our fears can roar like lions at night when the Devil tells us that we're just not enough.
No matter our fronts, really - we're all afraid, sinking with every step.
Nothing quite kills you like feeling alone - like you've got to do it all on your own.
But there's this God - this Jesus Who "became a man to enable men to become sons of God". (C. S. Lewis)
There's this God Who became embodied flesh, Who faced temptations at every moment - and conquered ours. "For we do not have a priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin." (Hebrews 4:15)
He not only healed the sick, but raised the dead. Every time we read it, we proclaim it - that "He is not God of the dead, but of the living, for all live to Him," (Luke 20:38) and that "what is impossible with man is possible with God." (Luke 18:27) We are never too far for Him to come running with His arms open wide.
Then He went to His death - showed us how "greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends". (John 15:13) He let Himself be entirely separated from God (Mark 15:34) so that we would never be.
Every time we participate in the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, we hear the words, "...when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, "Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me." " (1 Corinthians 11:24) I've also heard it interpreted - "...This is my body, broken for you. Do this to remember me." After supper, he did the same thing with the cup: "This cup is my blood, my new covenant with you. Each time you drink this cup, remember me." What you must solemnly realize is that every time you eat this bread and every time you drink this cup, you reenact in your words and actions the death of the Master. You will be drawn back to this meal again and again until the Master returns..."
Again and again, called back to remember. Why He died. How He died. Who He died for...
Every stroke dealt to Him, every thorn that pressed into His brow, each nail forced through His hands and feet......
Remember.
Remember this.
Remember Me.
Do this in remembrance of me.
"Greater love has no one than this...." and if we're to love correctly - we need to start here. Maybe we don't have give our lives - but we can give of ourselves in a thousand different ways. And maybe one of the best ways?
Giving our time.
Maybe it only takes a phone call or a text? Just enough to let someone know that you care about them, that you think about them? There's a whole lot of people who just want to know someone cares, someone understands. We can't say we've never been there.
So - I would encourage you to reach out. You never know - you might be the only voice of comfort in someone's life. You'll reach out to others, I'll reach out to others -
Then let's reach out to each other - because we someone to fight alongside.
Do this.
Remember Me.....
No one is impenetrable, there's a bit of broken inside each one of us - and our fears can roar like lions at night when the Devil tells us that we're just not enough.
No matter our fronts, really - we're all afraid, sinking with every step.
Nothing quite kills you like feeling alone - like you've got to do it all on your own.
But there's this God - this Jesus Who "became a man to enable men to become sons of God". (C. S. Lewis)
There's this God Who became embodied flesh, Who faced temptations at every moment - and conquered ours. "For we do not have a priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin." (Hebrews 4:15)
He not only healed the sick, but raised the dead. Every time we read it, we proclaim it - that "He is not God of the dead, but of the living, for all live to Him," (Luke 20:38) and that "what is impossible with man is possible with God." (Luke 18:27) We are never too far for Him to come running with His arms open wide.
Then He went to His death - showed us how "greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends". (John 15:13) He let Himself be entirely separated from God (Mark 15:34) so that we would never be.
Every time we participate in the sacrament of the Lord's Supper, we hear the words, "...when He had given thanks, He broke it and said, "Take, eat; this is My body which is broken for you; do this in remembrance of Me." " (1 Corinthians 11:24) I've also heard it interpreted - "...This is my body, broken for you. Do this to remember me." After supper, he did the same thing with the cup: "This cup is my blood, my new covenant with you. Each time you drink this cup, remember me." What you must solemnly realize is that every time you eat this bread and every time you drink this cup, you reenact in your words and actions the death of the Master. You will be drawn back to this meal again and again until the Master returns..."
Again and again, called back to remember. Why He died. How He died. Who He died for...
Every stroke dealt to Him, every thorn that pressed into His brow, each nail forced through His hands and feet......
Remember.
Remember this.
Remember Me.
Do this in remembrance of me.
"Greater love has no one than this...." and if we're to love correctly - we need to start here. Maybe we don't have give our lives - but we can give of ourselves in a thousand different ways. And maybe one of the best ways?
Giving our time.
Maybe it only takes a phone call or a text? Just enough to let someone know that you care about them, that you think about them? There's a whole lot of people who just want to know someone cares, someone understands. We can't say we've never been there.
So - I would encourage you to reach out. You never know - you might be the only voice of comfort in someone's life. You'll reach out to others, I'll reach out to others -
Then let's reach out to each other - because we someone to fight alongside.
Do this.
Remember Me.....
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