A theologian was once asked, “Why did Jesus choose Judas Iscariot to be his disciple?” The teacher replied, “I don’t know, but here’s an even harder question: Why did Jesus choose me?” (From our Bible study this week.)
We easily focus on the condition of others and not on our own. It’s easy to be outraged at the lack of justice dished out to somebody else, and not think about what justice would have meant for ourselves.
It reminded me of an old story. A newspaper asked the question, “What is wrong with the world?”
Of course they got plenty of answers blaming society’s ills on various causes.
But they got one answer that said this:
“I’m what’s wrong.
“I’m a sinner.”
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In 1 Cor 2:2 we see Jesus Christ and the cross are central to all of life.
I organised a number of Scriptures to be read by us young men in this morning’s service, looking at Jesus Christ being central throughout time; not just now, but in history past and into the future.
Here’s a brief look at them. (Click the references to read the full text.)
First we started with the gospel preached by Paul in 1 Cor 15:1-4 Plain and simple Christ dies for our sins.
I delivered unto you first… how that Christ died for our sins according to the scriptures.
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And that He died for us.
“For I determined not to know any thing among you, save Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.” (1 Cor 2:2)
This is the central point of, well everything. When people talk about our ‘religion’ we often say it’s not a religion it’s a relationship. Because Christianity is not primarily about doing a list of rules. It’s primarily about knowing Jesus.
I don’t want to say vain repetitions when I pray… but I can never have a prayer time and not praise God for Christ’s death on the cross, and for His great redeeming work of salvation.
God is most glorified in the cross, and we are closest to our purpose, when we worship Him for it.
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I was walking up a hill at dusk. At the top of the track a young lamb was bleating.
It looked helpless and alone up there by itself. I started to think as if it had been thousands of years ago on a small hill in Egypt, and the lamb had been destined as a sacrifice.
Tonight the lamb was unsuspectingly grazing in the field as I trudged up the track towards it. Tomorrow it would be slain for the sins of myself and my family.
As I look at the lamb, it seems pretty harsh. It had no idea what would happen as I come towards it. Carrying it home I can’t help but think about its innocence. It rests in my arms in complete trust.
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