I have been thinking long and hard about what I should say about myself. I still don't know. By the looks of my page, I am sure it is easy for one to see that I am a Christian. I was thinking about how people might feel about my page. People may say I am fanatical, and mean it as an insult. Some might say, "It don't take all that..." "I'm a Christian, too..." "I have been a Christian all my life..." Well, for me, there is nothing else I would rather represent than Jesus Christ. The trip is that as I look at other people's pages, I see people who are fanatics for USC football, Raiders, THEMSELVES. But there is really only one person who died for my sins. My mother died, but that was because of her sins. She was on drugs. My father died too. That was a result of his sins; he died of lung cancer. Jesus Christ, however, died for MY sins. He chose me to come out of my sin and serve Him. So why does it seem so ridiculous that I would come out and represent Him to the fullest.Imagine there was a bullet aimed right at your heart. Someone jumped in the way and took that bullet for you. He died, and you lived. Wouldn't you be eternally grateful? Me, too. There was a bullet called judgment aimed directly at my heart. Although I saw it, I liked how it felt in that spot where I was standing. So I continued to stay there, and deceived myself into believing that the bullet wouldn't hurt me too badly. I mean, I was having fun in that spot and I didn't want to leave it. I was comfortable there. I had a lot of friends there. I had a lot of male attention there. The world loved me right there in that spot where the bullet was aimed at my heart. I didn't read the danger signs that said that there were eternal consequences for standing in that spot. I especially ignored the ones that said that the bullet never miss. Nevertheless, the One who wrote the Warning Sign, who is the Word itself, who created the Warning Sign, and created me, who understood fully the penalty attached to standing in that spot, jumped in front of me and took that bullet. He died right there on the spot where I should have died. Three days later, He rose again. He put His Spirit in some people who had left their spots, because He had taken their bullets too. He sent them to me at just the right time when I would be willing to move from that spot and helped me understand what had gone down. Now I am living a life of gratitude to the One who redeemed me, who set me free. The thing is, I felt like I was chained to the spot. I felt like there was no way I could ever leave the spot. I felt like I would be there my entire life. I didn't know anyone who had moved from their spots. I met people who said they had, although I could see that they were still in the same spot. The Emancipation Proclamation had already been signed. The chains had already been loosened. I only had to believe and I would be free. The true test of whether or not I believe would rest in what I did. If I believed I could leave the spot, I would. Guess what? I BELIEVE. **********************************************
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P4CM - Shai Linne's THE CROSS http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODzxOf3HHMQ
Thank you Christ for taking all of my sins upon Yourself. I cannot pay the price. I thank You for paying the price for me. No greater love has anyone had for me, than for You to lay down Your life and die for me. In view of this, why is it so hard for me to lay down my life and live for You?
