When you feel under the weather on the day before Christmas Eve, it makes sense somehow to retread old journal entries. Then sometimes it makes sense to share one of them. This part starts with a question: Father, what would you have me do?
Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise, the fruit of lips that confess his name.
Through Jesus, who was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief; who, being in very nature God, did not regard equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself; who has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, on whom the chastisement for our wellbeing fell, by whose stripes we are healed; who is before all things and in whom all things hold together, who is the head of the body, the church, preeminent in all things; in whom the whole fullness of God was pleased to dwell through him to reconcile all things to himself; who makes peace by the blood of his cross.
Jesus, thank you.
He loved me while I was dead in my sins, loved me for no good in me, because no good dwells in me, and while I remained in that miserable state, Jesus died for me. I have been crucified with Christ and it is no longer I who live but Christ lives in me; I am a new creation; the old has passed away, the new has come.
There is therefore now no condemnation for me, for I am in Christ Jesus and the law of the Spirit of life has set me free in Christ Jesus from the law of sin and death, so that neither death nor life, Angels nor rulers, present nor future, powers, height nor depth, nor ANYTHING ELSE IN ALL CREATION will be able to separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus my Lord.
This is as true today as it was when I was writing it over a year ago, because this is the unchanging word of God. And this, friends, is what we celebrate at Christmastime.
Copyright 2015 by Stacy Crouch