"Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil;" (Hebrews 2:14 KJV)
"Dear children, don't let anyone deceive you about this: When people do what is right, it shows that they are righteous, even as Christ is righteous. But when people keep on sinning, it shows that they belong to the devil, who has been sinning since the beginning. But the Son of God came to destroy the works of the devil. Those who have been born into God's family do not make a practice of sinning, because God's life is in them. So they can't keep on sinning, because they are children of God. So now we can tell who are children of God and who are children of the devil. Anyone who does not live righteously and does not love other believers does not belong to God." (1 John 3:7-10 NLT)
Some mornings there is just too much to say, I can't contain myself; while other mornings, I feel as though the entire message is worthless and doesn't match the whole story: this is one of those mornings when there is just too much to say! Oh, how much I miss having conversations with my wife! We used to spend hours upon hours sharing, on long drives, sharing about God's word. Talking about the recent message from church; as we would find a Calvary Chapel to go to, no matter where we went, there was always a fellowship that we would feel right at home in.
Now, these days, we still stop into certain churches, however they don't quite seem the same, as the service gets distracted by our presence; it almost always ends with the saints wanting to pray for us, laying hands on my wife, and sometimes trying to find out why we came, as if we were looking for a miracle to happen. We just wanted to enjoy being part of the family; that is all we ever wanted; or should I just say, all that I ever wanted, as Marianne sometimes doesn't really enjoy being a distraction and someone that people don't know how to approach.
When I take her to restaurants, we usually try to find a seat that is in a corner of the room, as there are some people who do not want to see her, while they try to enjoy their food. I get that, but at the same time, I feel offended by it also. And I also realize that Marianne knows! She might have a serious brain injury, but her heart is strong and always full of hope; as a caring doctor once said, "Where there is life, there is hope!"
That is far from matching this story, or is it? My heart hurts so bad right now, that I really don't know how to finish this message; except to share about what Jesus must have felt, having to suffer through death in order to save us! Imagine what it might have been like, for God to give His Son, let alone, that the Son would be prepared for something that would hurt so badly...
"When I turned to see who was speaking to me, I saw seven gold lampstands. And standing in the middle of the lampstands was someone like the Son of Man. He was wearing a long robe with a gold sash across his chest. His head and his hair were white as wool, as white as snow. And his eyes were flames of fire. His feet were like polished bronze refined in a furnace, and his voice thundered like mighty ocean waves. He held seven stars in his right hand, and a sharp two-edged sword came from his mouth. And his face was like the sun in all its brilliance. When I saw him, I fell at his feet as if I were dead. But he laid his right hand on me and said, "Don't be afraid! I am the First and the Last. I am the living one. I died, but look - I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and the grave." (Revelation 1:12-18 NLT)
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