
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.” John 3:16-17
It’s Good Friday! On that day so long ago, it doesn’t seem there was anything good about it, but God had a plan and Jesus had come to fulfill it for each of us—sinners determined to go our own way. Not one of us was, nor will we ever be, worthy of such love.
The Cross is only the beginning of the story. With more love than I can comprehend, Jesus willingly laid down His life for mankind. The darkest day in history would soon give way to the fulfillment of His promise, and Bible prophecy.
As I write these thoughts, it’s another cold, rainy, dreary morning. I am reminded of what a difference knowing Jesus makes in the life of a believer as the dreariness of our days gives way to a brighter hope. Even in tough times—especially in those times, we will experience a peace not understood by those who don’t have a personal relationship with Him. He plants peace deep in our hearts that enables us to say with certainty, “Because He lives I can face tomorrow.”
Today, we have the assurance that Our Savior will always be with us and help us through life’s difficulties, if we let Him. That’s the best news ever! May you experience His love and peace today, as we look forward with great hope toward Sunday!
Prayer: Thank you, Heavenly Father for the Cross. Thank You for Jesus, the One who took our place on Calvary. We can never repay that debt, but You only ask us to follow Him. We want to always do that in obedience to Your Word. Help us to be more mindful of those around us who need the Good News of Jesus Christ. I pray this in His name. Amen.
Jesus Paid It All
Elvira Hall, 1865
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Refrain:
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
For nothing good have I
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
And now complete in Him,
My robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blest.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.