God is love

I need reminders. I forget things a lot, so I have sticky notes every where I can possibly put them. My planner is full of * by things so I don’t forget them. I set reminders on my phone just incase.

There’s one thing though that a sticky note, or my phone can’t remind me about.

I need to be reminded every once in a while about Jesus. Not His life or how many miracles He performed…but what He did for me up on that cross.

Matthew 27: 27-54 (The Message)
The soldiers assigned to the governor took Jesus into the governor's palace and got the entire brigade together for some fun. They stripped him and dressed him in a red toga. They plaited a crown from branches of a thornbush and set it on his head. They put a stick in his right hand for a scepter. Then they knelt before him in mocking reverence: "Bravo, King of the Jews!" they said. "Bravo!" Then they spit on him and hit him on the head with the stick. When they had had their fun, they took off the toga and put his own clothes back on him. Then they proceeded out to the crucifixion.

Along the way they came on a man from Cyrene named Simon and made him carry Jesus' cross. Arriving at Golgotha, the place they call "Skull Hill," they offered him a mild painkiller (a mixture of wine and myrrh), but when he tasted it he wouldn't drink it.


After they had finished nailing him to the cross and were waiting for him to die, they whiled away the time by throwing dice for his clothes. Above his head they had posted the criminal charge against him: this is jesus, the king of the jews. Along with him, they also crucified two criminals, one to his right, the other to his left. People passing along the road jeered, shaking their heads in mock lament: "You bragged that you could tear down the Temple and then rebuild it in three days—so show us your stuff! Save yourself! If you're really God's Son, come down from that cross!”


The high priests, along with the religion scholars and leaders, were right there mixing it up with the rest of them, having a great time poking fun at him: "He saved others—he can't save himself! King of Israel, is he? Then let him get down from that cross. We'll all become believers then! He was so sure of God—well, let him rescue his 'Son' now—if he wants him! He did claim to be God's Son, didn't he?" Even the two criminals crucified next to him joined in the mockery.


From noon to three, the whole earth was dark. Around mid-afternoon Jesus groaned out of the depths, crying loudly, "Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?" which means, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?"

Some bystanders who heard him said, "He's calling for Elijah." One of them ran and got a sponge soaked in sour wine and lifted it on a stick so he could drink. The others joked, "Don't be in such a hurry. Let's see if Elijah comes and saves him."
But Jesus, again crying out loudly, breathed his last.

At that moment, the Temple curtain was ripped in two, top to bottom. There was an earthquake, and rocks were split in pieces. What's more, tombs were opened up, and many bodies of believers asleep in their graves were raised. (After Jesus' resurrection, they left the tombs, entered the holy city, and appeared to many.)


The captain of the guard and those with him, when they saw the earthquake and everything else that was happening, were scared to death. They said, "This has to be the Son of God!"

It’s like a light bulb goes off sometimes. Not that I’ve forgotten what He did for me, but sometimes, I need a reminder.

Jesus died an awful death for us, so that we could have life, and have it to the fullest. He endured people beating Him, mocking Him, and putting nails through His hands and feet for us.

I am humbled. Mostly because I didn’t do anything to deserve this kind of love.

It’s ok that we have to be reminded that Jesus, after His magnificent life, died a terrible death…but we have to be reminded and be humble. We have to remember that He did it for each one of us individually…not as a whole.

Christ took His last breath and thought of me, and you. By name.
That is an amazing Savior.

I worship a Savior who died for me. I worship a Savior that just thinking of His name brings me to my knees. His love is greater than any other I’ll ever know. I worship a Savior who had nails put in His hand and feet so I could live in eternity with Him. I worship a Savior that rescued me from this world, and set me apart to be just like He was.

My Savior’s name is Jesus, and that’s something I’ll never forget.

‘Freely you gave it all for us.
Surrendered your life upon that cross.
Great is your love.
Poured out for all.
This is our God.

Lifted on high from death to life.
Forever our God is glorified.
Sovereign king.
Rescued the world.
This is our God.’
-This is our God, Hillsong

Have a great day!
Be reminded of what He did for us!

Your sister in Christ,
Meg