Infinite Importance

(The picture, above, is the hill believed to be Golgotha.)

C.S. Lewis wrote, “Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and, if true, of infinite importance. The one thing it cannot be is modestly important.”

The Apostles were “working class” men. They knew Jesus, first hand. Some saw Jesus on the cross. After Christ’s death, burial, and resurrection, they laid down their lives in service to Jesus, some in far distant lands. Why?

The Apostles knew that Jesus rose from the dead, that He is alive and He made a way for anyone (Jn 3:16) to be saved from eternal punishment and to live with God forever. They knew this message was infinitely important and was worth everything they had to tell this good news to others. 

As we draw close to our annual celebration of Christ’s victory over death and the grave, let’s share this good news with all who will listen!

The Road

man waking down narrow street

Matthew 7:13-14, “Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and na\rrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”

Pardon my poetry but I want to use every tool to shine a spotlight on the truths my Savior taught.

Oh ancient road, you narrow path, how few have trod on thee, Established by our Lord’s own hand, it now stretches forth for me.

Thy entrance is as it has been, from time beyond my knowing, Not hid by briers, nor overgrown, but few ever start their going.

Oh ancient trail, you are so straight, how do the throngs get lost? Is it that, though they begin, they failed to count your cost?

Perhaps it’s that, so few do find, the Truth to lead their way. They languish at thy very gate, even now they stand today.

Paul and Silas, James and John, Thomas, Bartholomew, Began their journey, on thy course, began and finished, too.

Oh ancient road, if you would speak, what stories would you tell? Of battles fought, of saints besieged, by torture and travail.

And now it’s me, before thy gate, held by Christ lest I fall, The journey starts! A cheer resounds! Thy traveled saints do call!

by G. W. Moore

Photo by Raghu Nayyar on Unsplash

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