This will be short. Rough week. Since I am seldom under the weather, this odd fatigue and lack of appetite was a mystery. A phone call to my doctor helped. After dozens of questions about my weird symptoms, then eliminating what was NOT wrong, she told me all meds were useless. I needed to fill up on Jewish penicillin.
She was right. After two cups of chicken soup, I started feeling better. Today’s reading gave me a lovely thought. It came from this:
While I was with them, I kept them in your name, which you have given me. I have guarded them, and not one of them has been lost except the son of destruction, that the Scripture might be fulfilled. (John 17:12)Jesus said this in His prayer before He died and ensured it by giving His life. Not any who put their faith in Him will be lost, no not one. Age, funerals, obituaries, even getting sick can put thoughts of the end of life into my head, but there is no end of life when it is eternal life from Jesus Christ.
I can see the love and care which our Lord manifested towards his people, even in the hour of his trial. His love is stronger than death. He voluntarily gave His life up to this enemy to ensure that His people be set free as a condition of His surrender. “As a sheep before shearers is dumb, He opens not his mouth” for His own sake; but for the sake of His disciples. His silence was a command of sovereign authority. This is love, constant, free, self-denying, unchanging love. The Good Shepherd lays down His life for his sheep, but the condition is this: those sheep for whom He died must therefore go free.
PRAY: Jesus, many people don’t get it, but I see a likeness between the wonder of redemption and the much less wonder of chicken soup — both are such startling simple solutions.
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