These are they who have come out of great tribulation
They have washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb
They have come through much sorrow into great jubilation
They’re redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.


Sometimes we go through trials that are so hard to bear
We lift our face toward heaven, “God, are You really there?”
I’ve asked that same question, and I’ve been down that road
Looking back, I now can tell you, He’s always let me know,

There is HOPE
So hold on,
There is
God has sent me here to tell you,
There is
And He knows just what you’re going through,
And what the future holds
As long as
JESUS lives,
There is

He was bruised for our transgressions, nailed upon a tree
He cried out to the Father, “Why have You forsaken Me?”
But through this suffering Savior He brought healing to our pain
And the One who raised Him from the dead can restore us all again.

He promised he would share our sorrow and bear our heavy loads
This road we are traveling will one day turn to gold.
As long as JESUS lives, there is HOPE





Jesus loves me this I know,
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak, but He is strong.

A child’s song. Simple melody, simple lyrics, yet the most profound message.

It may not have complicated chord patterns or Latin phraseology. Orchestral accompaniment is not necessary for it to reach its full potential. One doesn’t need to be exceptionally talented or musically refined in order to sing the melody. The beauty of this song is most emphasized when lisped from the lips of a 3 year-old.

It is a timeless song of profound truth and clarity. Jesus Loves Me. Take a moment to think of those three simple words. Jesus loves me.

It’s about that moment in time when He breathed into your nostrils the breath of life. Why did He do that? Because He created you. When He looked upon you, He said, “It is good.” When you’re created in the Image of the Creator, you know you are of much worth to Him. He doesn’t make junk. He loves you.

Jesus Loves Me.

It’s about that dark hour in history. In the midst of excruciating pain and misery, screaming mobs, bleeding hands and feet when the thought of you loomed above the hate and noise. The immense love for you made the cost of redemption worth every drop of blood.

Jesus Loves Me.

There is no heart so big, no romance more thrilling, no love so great, no love song more sweet than the immense truth behind the one song, Jesus loves me. Don’t ever forget that. When tempted to despair, declare with all the faith in your heart, “Yes! Jesus loves ME!” See how long you can wallow in the pit of depression when you hum this song under your breath.

I don’t care who you are, there’s not a one of you beyond the reach of the greatest Valentine of them all. Get it in your head that He loves you.

“All the people answered, Let His blood be on us and on our children!” Matthew 27:25

dsc01277-1.jpgThe case was closed.

Droplets of water still remained on Pilot’s fingers, representing what he believed to be his innocence. What he didn’t know was, they were but tiny tokens of his guilt. Like a lamb being led to the slaughter, the Son of God, battered and bloody, was led up a steep path to the rugged place called Golgatha.

As the hammer fell on the spikes that pierced through His flesh, it echoed through the rugged countryside. Like a gavel it resounded the cry of all the people, “His Blood be on us and on our children… us and our children… our children!”

The cross was raised, a striking emblem that mocked the sky. As His blood dripped to the ground, guilt settled on all the world. Pilot was guilty. The mob was guilty. Their children were guilty.

It continues to trickle down an unending sphere, touching every soul that is ever born with the curse of guilt.

The fact is we’re all guilty. Guilty of our own waywardness, guilty of breaking the law of God, guilty for the death of His Son.

But in the crimson stain at the foot of the cross, love grew. The verdict was final, and He was guilty. Guilty of loving me.

dsc08005-1.jpgLike the rich young ruler, we find we cannot give up our treasured possessions, whatever they may be, even though God himself is standing before us with a better offer. If you think his story is not also your own, you are out of touch with yourself.

I remember standing in the East River several summers ago. It was a gorgeous summer evening, and I was about to enjoy some great fly-fishing. I had just begun to cast when God spoke to me.
Put down the rod, he said. I’d like to spend some time with you.
I was irritated. Now? I replied. You want to talk to me now? Why not later on the drive home? There’s plenty of time in the car.

Good grief. What an addict I am! Thus the father of lies turns our most precious treasure—our longing for God and for his kingdom—into our worst enemy. It is truly diabolical. We wind up serving our desire slavishly or resenting it, or a little of both.

–John Eldredge

We must be bold and candid in our profession of faith, but our words must match our actions. We must both Talk the Walk and Walk the Talk.

Rachel Marie has written a stunning article that I think we all need to read. One thing that I have had a hard time understanding in the Christian life is why there are so many rifts and divisions and walls. Rachel explains that this is not the way of Christ. Much more, our attitudes reflect to unbelievers the Jesus we say we serve. Our words are nothing when our actions lack in its proof. What kind of Jesus do your acquaintances see in your life?

 Read Rachel’s article in its entirety: Actions Do Speak Louder Than Words.


He commanded, “Let there be…” and it was so. From the tiniest raindrops to the peaks of the snow capped mountains, everything He touched breathed of beauty and wonder. God was not obligated to create our world, but He did. He did it because He loved us.

“I am your Creator, I love you.”

His own creation turned their back on His love in a moment of disobedience. One taste of the forbidden fruit and the purity of earth was swallowed by sin. Atonement must be made, blood would have to be shed. The righteousness of God could not overlook sin. He would love us in His holiness.

“I am the Holy One, I love you.”

Early one morning in Bethlehem, His Son came. He was swaddled in rags, and nestled in the dusty straw of a dirty manger. He was announced by a star, His lullaby was sung by angels, He was worshipped by shepherds. So lowly and obscure was His birth, that His own would not recognize Him. God had sent Him, yet we didn’t know Him. But still, He loved us.

“I am Your Redeemer, I love you.”

The Son of God was born to die. It was the ultimate sacrifice that would finally meet God’s standard of holiness. It was our guilt He bore on His shoulders. It was our sin that hung suspended by nails on that cross… Our sin, in the form of God’s Son! He who knew no sin took ours upon Himself, that we may be redeemed and become the righteousness of God… For the simple reason that He loved us.

“You are My child, I love you.”

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