What Jesus Means to Me

Jesus Freaks. Holy Rollers. Bible Thumpers.

If you are a follower of Jesus Christ, it is probably assured that you have heard these unflattering, unkind, judgmental descriptions of Christians. I know I have, way more times than I care to count.

If you are not a believer, you may have even used these terms yourself, whether in your thoughts or even spoken the words out loud.

But what does it really mean to be a Christian?

By its own definition, a Christian is someone that follows Christ. This is what my Microsoft Works Dictionary says is the definition of Christian: “believer in Jesus Christ as savior: somebody whose religion is Christianity”

While man’s view may be correct in one sense, it is wrong in another sense. Man has put that label on those that are not Buddhist, Muslim, Jewish or atheist, to name a few. But, just because you are not one of these other religions, it does not make you a Christian in the true sense of the word.

A ‘true’ Christian is a follower of Jesus. Someone that believes He is the Messiah, the Savior, God’s Only Son. Someone that believes He is God in human form who came to this earth for the sole purpose of taking the punishment for our sins on himself. Someone that has confessed their sins and has accepted Him as their Savior. Someone that believes the Bible is the inspired Word of God, given to us for doctrine, reproof, correction, edification, that we may be complete, thoroughly equipped to do God’s work.

I understand that these may seem like generalizations, something that may be shrugged off as Biblical mumbo-jumbo. So, let me get personal.

Let me explain to you exactly what being a Christian means to me.

To me being a follower of Christ is the most important thing I can do. It is the deciding factor on whether I spend eternity in heaven or hell. It is having the assurance that my sins are forgiven, to be remembered no more by the God that Created me.

Still too general? OK.

It is also having a best friend that loves me unconditionally. That will never turn away from me even though I may move away from Him. It is knowing I have Someone that will fill me with His power and might to enable me to do the tasks He asks me to do.

He will not get me out of all of my problems or trials. He will not always keep me from persecutions or tribulations. But I know when I am in those valleys of despair, I only have to look to Him to get me through them with a peace and joy that no one else can give me.

When I am weak or tired or in pain, He gives me the strength to go on. When I am hurt or angry because of something someone has done to me, He gives me the ability to forgive and love them as He loves me.

He helps me to pray when I don’t know what to pray. He stands in the breach and intercedes for me when words fail me.

A crutch you say? Maybe. And I thank God every day for it.

He knew me and loved me before the foundations of the world. He knows my thoughts, my heart, even the number of hairs on my head. I am precious in His sight.

No matter where I go, or what I do, I know He is there before me; loving me, guiding me, lifting me up, leading me ever toward Him.

Jesus is my all in all, my beginning and my end. He is my joy unspeakable, my peace eternal. He is the lover of my soul. He is my Brother, with whom I share in God’s eternal reward. He is my King and my Lord.

I love Him with everything that is in me, and am not ashamed to say I am His.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2017, 2019

Ceasing to Pray

It is relatively quiet this morning.

There is a good breeze swaying the tree branches, filling the air with the rustle of leaves and removing the need for fans.

The water is a little more choppy this morning, its wavy surface reflecting the gray clouds that hint at the forecasted rain.

There is a dark gray bird hopping from branch to branch in the pine tree outside the window.  I don’t know what kind it is, it is not on my bird identification chart; but it is diligently moving through the tree.

And there it goes – off to some other location.

We have had a family of four small raccoons wandering the area recently. We first noticed them one evening when we were standing outside and they came across the back of the property and climbed the neighbor’s pine tree, to sit all huddled together on a couple branches and then peer at us around the trunk of the tree.

021baby raccoons 005wild life 075wild life 086

I said it is relatively quiet – outdoors, that is – I can hear the sounds from the tv in the living room – Lightning McQueen and Mater talking and laughing – alongside a small childish voice that is singing one of the songs from the movie.

And as I sit here, smiling at the near perfect pitch in that small voice, I am also considering the admonition for constant, diligent prayer from 1 Samuel chapter 12:

“23. God forbid that I should sin against the Lord in ceasing to pray for you; but I will teach you the good and the right way: 24. Only fear the Lord, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great things he hath done for you.”

Those two verses pack quite a lot of directives into those few words, and point to the fact that it is a sin when we cease to pray for others.

And so, as I go through my day today, I will be praying for you, dear friends, that the Lord will work in your lives and direct your paths.

God bless.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com   2018