John 3:16.
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We all have read, recited, heard this verse so many times in our lives that sometimes it becomes almost too well known and we don't really hear what it is saying. Think about what exactly it meant to deliver your own child up for pain, sadness, rejection, and death. Think about why it was done, not so the Creator would be better off, but that the created would not be destroyed.
Sometimes I look at my life and wonder how a perfect God would ever have anything to do with me, yet this verse reminds me that He desired that I should have eternal life and avoid destruction so much that He offered His perfect Son as a sacrifice for me.
How can we doubt God's love when we have this picture, this verse, that so perfectly portrays His wondrous love? How can we give in to Satan's lies that we aren't "good enough" or haven't "suffered enough" to earn salvation?
The Bible clearly states that "while we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
Once more, read it slowly:
John 3:16.
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Merry Christmas everyone.
Flyleaf - Christmas Song
A frightened virgin teenage girl
Receives a message that defies the laws of this world
All she can do is weep and nod
She's to bring into this world the Son of God
God's angels sound their trumpets
And blow their horns
Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born
The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn
With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns
A star appears fufilling ancient prophecy
There's an ounce of fear as wise men follow faithfully
The Virgin Mary brings forth the human savior
And this future king sleeps soundly in the manger
Soundly in the manger
God's angels sound their trumpets
And blow their horns
Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born
The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn
With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns
Tonight He is born so one day He can die
To heal hearts that are torn and live the perfect life
So He hang upon a cross and we can take His life
So we can live as sinners
And He can pay the price
Tonight He is born so one day he can die
But He will rise again
God's angels sound their trumpets
And blow their horns
Tonight the long awaited savior is to be born
The goodness bound by Satan it has been torn
With this baby's precious brow ready for thorns