Thank you

Lord, I come to you
that it’s sorted
knowing that all the stuff I’ve said and done
all the evil thoughts I’ve nursed
all the nasty, yucky stuff that’s in me -
it’s all sorted, dealt with, nailed to the cross where you died.

I thank you,
my wonderful Saviour,
that through your blood I can be cleansed and forgiven
I can come to the Creator of the whole world and call him Daddy
I can confess to him the stuff that I feel guilty about
knowing that he isn’t waiting to beat me up with a big stick
though I do deserve it
knowing that you already took the beating
so I can come to the Almighty God, King of the Universe,
confessing the stuff I’m guilty of,
knowing that it’s already dealt with
knowing that his answer will always be the same:
neither do I condemn you. go and sin no more.

Thank you, Jesus.
© Meirav M. 2014

can’t think what to title this right now

I just needed to verbalise some stuff, started from something I’d realised about myself and ended with realising something more profound.

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because he is wonderful
but not just that
also because
he is the only answer

because he is
the only way
but not just that
also because
he is wonderful

people sometimes wonder why I keep doing this, why do I blog about Jesus when the world around me would much prefer me to shut up, when the general consensus in western society is: don’t talk about religion, Continue reading

The power of prayer?

I’m reading a novel in which one of the characters, going through a difficult crisis and feeling desperate, does this thing which he used to do but hasn’t done in years: he lowers his head and brings his hands together on his lap and begins to pray.

He starts out feeling self-conscious but then the self-consciousness goes away and he feels what he sees as “the onset of a proper humility”. “Because I am nothing, he thought, just an ordinary man, a tiny speck of consciousness on a half burned-out star, precisely because of that I lower my head and pray. And it seemed to him at that moment that it did not matter if there was nobody listening; the very act of prayer was an acknowledgement of his humanity, a reminder of true scale.”

What struck me, though, was his thought afterwards:

“How foolish, he thought, to imagine that words uttered by him could change the world in the slightest way” – I feel this really touches on a very common misunderstanding Continue reading