Let ME tell YOU about MY Jesus

 

This morning I awake to the thought of the song Let Me tell you about MY Jesus. I am putting the emphasis on the words me and my for it is our job, my job, your job to tell them of My Jesus, Your Jesus.

Personal evangelism, we think of it as a deep theological conversation, as a somber look, a deep whispery voice “If you die tonight are you certain you will go to Heaven”.  It is that question but not necessarily that tone.

What is my job here? To tell you about my Jesus. My Savior. The One that died for you and me, the One that brings peace, The One that makes life worth living, the One that Rose again. The One who made it possible for me to have life eternal and not hellfire and damnation.

We are going into the Christmas season, and you will see the baby Jesus everywhere you look (or at least I hope you will), and that baby while oh so important, is not the Jesus they need. The Jesus they need, I need, You need, that Jesus hung as a common criminal on wood beams for all the world to see.

He hung naked, beaten, bloodied and bruised on a cross displayed in front of all Jerusalem, the man some were calling a king just a few days before is now being openly mocked.

Yet that Jesus as important as He is, is not who I want you to see. No, I want you to fast forward to The Sunday morning after the Cross, to an empty grave. That empty grave, the Jesus that met Mary at the Tomb, The Apostles in the upper room, the disciples on the road to Emmaus that Jesus is who we need to tell them of.

For the Birth and death would have meant absolutely nothing if that grave was not/is not empty.

Jesus, that name above all names, Jesus the sweetest name I know, the One who gave His life for us, who breathed His last breath on that old rugged cross, He defeated death and Hell, He defeated sin and the grave and He did it for us. He didn’t need it, we did.

That Jesus. The One Who now sits at the right hand of the Father.

That’s my Jesus.

He died for me, He died for you, even when we didn’t know Him, even when we didn’t want to know Him, He still loved us. When we scorned Him, mocked Him, ignored Him, He loved us.

He died that we might live. He rose again that we might KNOW that He is God, and He is able to keep all the Word, all the Promises He made.

That Jesus. The One who says come unto me I WILL give you rest. That Jesus.

The Jesus that says come take my yoke upon you and then what does He do? He takes the other half, the bigger half of that yoke, and walks with you.

That Jesus. The Jesus that loved me, died for me. The Jesus that calls all unto Him.

He says come to me, Please. He doesn’t command, He doesn’t turn you away, no He begs and pleads, He sends you messengers, He knocks on your heart’s door and says I am here.

He gives you a choice, and He did not have to!

He gives you love when all else turn on you. He gives you life when all else seek your destruction.

He doesn’t say change, He doesn’t make demands or requirements. No, He says come to me and I will teach you.

That Jesus. That’s the One I want you to see. That’s the One I want you to meet.