It has been many years since I came to Jesus and He made me clean and as I sit here on Good Friday I think of the journey of my life, the trails and paths that I have walked during my life and I think of the choices I have made and I am thankful. Even though I have not always lived a life that has reflected Jesus, I am thankful that in spite of my own faults God has been with me bringing me through those hard times. I am thankful that I have a patient God who loves me and is working to form me more into the image of His Son, so that my life would be one that reflects the love of God into the world around me.
Today we remember the Cross and the sacrifice of Jesus, we remember that Jesus' death on the Cross was for each and everyone of us. And so as we remember the sacrifice of Christ today and the resurrection of Sunday let us make our prayer to be more like Jesus. Let us remember the life of Christ and remember that we are meant to be like Him not like the world. To belong to Christ means to follow Him and live a life that reflect Jesus. I leave you with the words to a song by Todd Agnew called "My Jesus":
Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ,
Why do you look so much like the world?
Chorus:
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?
Blessed are the poor in spirit, do we pray to be blessed with the
Wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand
Chorus:
And who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet
Pretty blue eyes, curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
Chorus:
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reached for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He'd prefer Beal St. To the stained glass crowd
But I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus
Can I be like You
I want to be like my Jesus
He is Risen!
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ,
Why do you look so much like the world?
Chorus:
Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?
Blessed are the poor in spirit, do we pray to be blessed with the
Wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand
Chorus:
And who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side
Or fall down and worship at His holy feet
Pretty blue eyes, curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
Chorus:
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reached for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He'd prefer Beal St. To the stained glass crowd
But I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus
Can I be like You
I want to be like my Jesus
He is Risen!