A Message Worth Telling

I asked God in my prayers today to give me a message. Not being eloquent with the spoken word, I hope to make a difference, someday, through writing. “What would you have me tell the people?” I asked God. And this is what happened.

I remembered my sin. I remembered the things I have said, done, and thought. I wept as I realized the magnitude of my offenses against the One, True God, the one who is three times holy. I cry again as I write this, for my sins are many.

Then I remembered what Christ did, and I cried some more (I know, I know, very emotional). God Almighty, the Creator, left His throne and glory to be robed in the flesh of a man. He experienced life, pain, and temptation, but He did not sin. He was, is, perfect. And in His perfect obedience, Jesus laid down His life as a substitute for mine. When He died on the cross He took the punishment for my sin—He was the only acceptable sacrifice.

But he did not remain dead. Jesus rose from the grave, proclaiming victory over sin and death—proving He is the Giver of life. And this is the life He has given me: to know Him and make Him known. The Comforter (or Holy Spirit as He is often named) resides more intimately than with me, He lives in me. He guides me, though I don’t always listen well.

If I have nothing more than this Gospel to proclaim, then I still have a message worth living and dying for.

Thank you, God, for filling me when I was empty.