When I tell people that I love Jesus, I’m sure that they think I am just saying this to promote a cause. In one way that is true; in another way it is completely false. With all the folks that gather with me in fellowship, with all my readers of this blog, and with all the ones that know me through ministry, they can feel my love for Christ. But it still falls short of what I mean from my heart when I say that I love Jesus. Let me give you a short testimony of why I love Jesus.
When my dreams were crushed, Jesus was there to give me a new dream;
When my mom died, Jesus was there to weep with me;
When my dad died, Jesus was there to be pissed off with me;
When I had ruined all that He gave me, Jesus was there…

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