Do you wanna help? Say something to set me free. Don’t weigh me down with more stuff I need to do, don’t give me a seminary lecture, and whatever you do, don’t come at me with fear, shame, or guilt. If I feel belittled as a result of what you’re saying, well then sweetheart, it ain’t exactly Good News, now is it?
And I need good news because I’m poor in peace, I need to be freed from all these sinful inclinations, I’m blinded by my emotions, oppressed by my circumstances, and I need the Lord’s favor.
Jesus announced to the world that He was God’s Son by quoting this verse from Isaiah: “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”
See? It’s all about freedom. Say the words that set us free.
You are loved
You are forgiven
You are God’s treasured possession
There is a plan for your life
God is bigger than your mistakes
It’s never too late
You can never be separated from the Love of God
His arms are open wide
He stands at your door and knocks
He can work with what you’ve got
You’re going fine, you need work, but you’re getting there
Keep your head up, it gets good right around this corner
God is in control
Pick one and unpack it, put verses to it, write a song about it, tweet it, preach it, whatever, and know that you’re ministering in the footsteps of Jesus Himself.
My heart breaks at the misrepresentation of Christ’s love. The Jesus some people preach is so far from who He really is. I love Jesus and I just want people to know Him. It’s Christ who breaks the chains and it’s His loving kindness that will bring repentance.
I think I speak for every evangelical Christian when I say I have no intentions of shoving religion down anyone’s throat. But if I REALLY believe there is a Hell and if I REALLY believe Jesus is the only way to avoid it, it would be absolutely criminal for me to keep quiet.
"God keeps his promise a thousand times, and yet the next trial makes us doubt him. He never fails, he is never a dry well, he is never as a setting sun, a passing meteor, or a melting vapor—and yet we are as continually vexed with anxieties, bothered with suspicions, and disturbed with fears, as if our God were the mirage of the desert."