Responding in Truth

So much has happened this week to illicit responses (positive and negative) nationwide. In regard to all happenings, I would simply like to voice my own opinion. Take or leave it. You may disagree with me, and that’s okay. We are fortunate to live in a nation that promotes free speech. This means that I am free to express my opinion just as others have.

So here is my opinion. America needs Jesus. However, Christ Himself wasn’t without controversy in His life on earth. The religious leaders questioned Him constantly. They tried to trick Him. Others pointed at His upbringing (He was, after all, the son of a carpenter). The VIP’s were jealous of His popularity with the people because He had a way of appealing to the masses and revealing things that they wanted hidden. He was approachable, wise, and on a mission. This mission caused Him great persecution and, ultimately, His life.

I love my country. It breaks my heart to see the division and grotesque hatred we spew forth in our words because we disagree on principles. However, I as a Christian have stood by too long and remained silent to keep from offending anyone. Jesus wasn’t afraid to offend if it meant speaking truth.

The only truth that matters is this: The only way to Heaven is through Jesus Christ. You can’t live a good life and make it. Do you KNOW Him?

I believe revival is on its way. I believe that God is preparing hearts and strengthening His church to be ready to receive the hurting, the lost, and the hopeless. I still have hope because my hope isn’t in man-made systems or ideals. My hope is in Jesus Christ. It is only through Him that hope can live and grow.

Do you have this hope? I pray that you do. I’m exhausted by the bickering, unrest, and downright discouragement on a daily basis. So I cast my worries onto Him. He cares for me... and He cares for you, friend. How will you respond?

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