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Praise the Lord!

About a week ago, I was putting some finishing touches on some writing. Emerging from the background of the music I had playing was a song I had memorized years ago. This song had touched my very soul, bringing peace and joy at a time that should have brought some very different emotions. As I listened to this familiar blessing, I found myself resting in the truths of the song, and singing along with joy!

It was at that moment that I knew I had to share this song with someone out there. You may never have been privileged to hear this song. Some of you weren’t born yet. Some were never in church, or were not aware of contemporary christian music if you were. Some heard it, but had no need for the message at the time. If you didn’t hear or respond to it in the past, I’m sharing it today, and I cannot thank Brown Bannister enough for the truths of this great song, and the Imperials for their wonderful presentation! Give a listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfTQg9whI-s

I’ve included the YouTube version with the words so that you can read and reread as you wish! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EfvHDYtZosQ

The message is that God loves you, and Jesus already paid the price for everything that would have separated you from God’s love!  So just receive that Gift of Grace and redemption, love Him back ~ and PRAISE HIM for all that He continues to do for you!

This was originally sent as an email… “Thanks, Bob”

“Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone.

Fourth time in as many months..
How could a guy get caught so often?

When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour,
Jack pulled over, but only partially.
Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard..
Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror.
The cop was stepping out of his car,
The big pad in hand…

Bob? Bob from Church?
Jack sunk farther into his trench coat.
This was worse than the coming ticket.
A cop catching a guy from his own church.
A guy who happened to be a little eager
To get home after a long day at the office..
A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow…

Jumping out of the car,
He approached a man he saw every Sunday,
A man he’d never seen in uniform.

‘Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this.’

‘Hello, Jack.’ No smile.

‘Guess you caught me red-handed
In a rush to see my wife and kids.’
‘Yeah, I guess.’ Bob seemed uncertain.
Good.

‘I’ve seen some long days at the office lately.
I’m afraid I bent the rules a bit –  just this once.’
Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement.
‘Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight.
Know what I mean?’

‘I know what you mean.
I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct .’
Ouch.
This was not going in the right direction.
Time to change tactics.

‘What’d you clock me at?’

‘Seventy. Would you sit back in your car please?’

‘Now wait a minute here, Bob.
I checked as soon as I saw you.
I was barely nudging 65.’
The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket.

‘Please, Jack, in the car’

Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard..
He was in no rush to open the window.

The minutes ticked by.
Bob scribbled away on the pad…

Why hadn’t he asked for a driver’s license?

Whatever the reason,
It would be a month of Sundays
Before Jack ever sat near this cop again.
A tap on the door jerked his head to the left.
There was Bob, a folded paper in hand
Jack rolled down the window a mere two inches,
Just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

‘Thanks..’
Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his police car without a word.
Jack watched his retreat in the mirror.
Jack unfolded the sheet of paper.
How much was this one going to cost?
Wait a minute.
What was this? Some kind of joke?

Certainly not a ticket. Jack began to read:

‘Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter..
She was six when killed by a car.
You guessed it – a speeding driver.
A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free.
Free to hug his daughters, all three of them.
I only had one, and I’m going to have to wait until Heaven
Before I can ever hug her again.

A thousand times I’ve tried to forgive that man.
A thousand times I thought I had.
Maybe I did, but I need to do it again.
Even now.
Pray for me.
And be careful, Jack,
my son is all I have left.’

‘Bob’

Jack turned around in time to see Bob’s car
pull away and head down the road.
Jack watched until it disappeared.
A full 15 minutes later, he too,
pulled away and drove slowly home,
praying for forgiveness and
hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived…

Life is precious.
Handle with care.
This is an important message;
please pass it along to your friends.
Drive safely and carefully.
Remember, cars are not the only things
recalled by their maker.

If you pass this on,
you may save a life.
Maybe not,
but you’ll never know if you don’t try.

The life you save may be …

Your own child or grandchild.  Anonymous…”

This is appropriate at any time of the year, but especially at Christmas. God knew where His Son was going and exactly what would happen to Him there. Then, God had to wait 33 years to see His Son back Home again… in Heaven… safe and invincible… no longer misunderstood and mistreated by mankind.

Well, I guess that’s not entirely true, now is it? God’s Son is just not standing here on Earth to receive the misunderstanding and mistreatment….

And there is another major difference. God didn’t have to try to forgive us… He’s done it freely and willingly, because of that precious Son who gave His life for us. “Fall… on your knees…” as you reflect on all that Christmas means. It’s the very least you can do…!

 

PS… Thank you for these precious thoughts, whoever and wherever you are…!