Wednesday, March 10, 2010
"Who Do You Say That I Am?" ...
We all know Jesus's words to His disciples. But what about us?
"Jesus...who do you say that I am?"
I've been wanting to share this with you as we continue our journey towards Easter.
Who Am I?
I am Accepted:
John 1:12 I am God's child.
John 15:15 I am Christ's friend.
Romans 5:1 I have been justified.
1 Corinthians 6:17 I am united with the Lord, and I am one spirit with Him.
Ephesians 1:1 I am a saint.
Ephesians 1:5 I have been adopted as God's child.
Colossians 1:14 I have been redeemed and forgiven of all my sins.
Colossians 2:10 I am complete in Christ.
In response to the TRUTH of these verses...of Who God says that we are, I wanted to share a post from Treasured Heirlooms. Very powerful story of what can happen when we DO respond to people with the hands and feet of Christ. Where the enemy can lie to us and bring some of us to a place of no return...without our being an "Aroma of Christ in every place".
Jesus calls us to read His Word...the Living and Active Word of God that IS Jesus! To speak TRUTH to our souls that we are ACCEPTED and LOVED.
Here is the post:
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?...He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him...
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before...
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before...
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends, and he said yes!
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!"
He just laughed and handed me half of the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends...When we were seniors, we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship...
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really greatful ones) and smiled.
"Thanks" he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach.....
but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story."
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told about the first day we met.
HE HAD PLANNED TO KILL HIMSELF OVER THE WEEKEND.
He talded of how he had cleaned out his locker so his mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying all his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
"Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..."
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw him mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions...
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better of for worse...
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others.
As we go about our days raising our children...especially those that are in MS and HS, let us gently remind them what a profound Gift they have to give to their classmates and church friends, etc. ...just a simple "Hi!...How are you?" Can make the greatest difference in the life of someone who is lonely. We really don't know what is happening in others,
Smile today....and teach your children to Smile at others, too.