Remember Jesus

Can you remember that first encounter with Christ?  I can.  It was 1965. A red-headed ten-year-old with a tornado of freckles sits in a Bible class on a Wednesday night. His teacher wearing a suit coat too tight to button is talking about Jesus and explaining the cross.  I’d heard it before, but that night I heard it for sure.

No one had to tell me to be happy.  No one had to tell me to tell others.  I told all my friends at school. And even though I’d never read 2nd Corinthians 4:13, I knew what it meant.  “I believed therefore I have spoken.”

Can you still remember?  Can you remember the day you fell in love with him? Remember Jesus.  Before you remember anything, remember Him. Don’t forget Him. Place your hand in Jesus’ pierced side. Look into those eyes. Look at them as they look at you.  You’ll never be the same!

from: Six Hours One Friday