Dear Jesus – I. Believe. In. You.
This post is part of the I.Believe.In.You. series I am running in conjunction with Jeff Nischwitz’s 30 Day Blessing Challenge. The next installment is 12/31.
I. Believe. In. You.
You. Believe. In. Me.
You believe in and love me so much that you left your heavenly home and came into this world as a baby – naked and vulnerable.
A baby whose first breath was of donkey doo-doo and not clean, sterilized hospital air.
A baby whose first bed was a manger filled with straw and not a warm bassinette.
A baby born to a poor family on the south side of the tracks and not to a rich family living on the north side.
A baby who grew into a man who:
- experienced a wide range of emotions. This included grief as you wept by Lazarus’ tomb,
- loved the lepers, the poor, the widows and others on the outer margins of society,
- healed the sick either by a touch, forgiving their sins or casting out demons,
- was, is and always will be the light of the world.
A baby on a mission from God:
die for Michele’s sins so she will have eternal life with in heaven with us (God & Jesus), Joe, Rommie and all her other family members.
Me, who is one hot mess of a person definitely in need of a savior, you went to the cross for me.
Jesus you are the greatest gift I have ever or will ever receive.
“What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man
I would do my part.
Yet what can I give Him?
Give my heart.”
The last stanza of Christina Rossetti’s In The Bleak Midwinter
Won’t you give your heart to Jesus today?
Because this baby, who we celebrate today, grew into a man who went to the cross for your sins as well.
Merry Christmas and God bless us, everyone.