tell me

My heart yearns to hear the stories of those who have gone before us, those who led the way in our walk to Christ.  To hear their time seeking, running, hiding, and embracing Christ for the first time.  Who led them to Christ?  When did they realize their love for God was so strong and powerful that they had to tell others about His amazing plan?

When did they decide their love for God was worth being ridiculed for believing in a “myth” because they knew God was true– He is Truth.  It is such a powerful moment to find that the God we have embraced is the God we would give it all away for — if it meant following Him with our whole heart.

I want to hear the stories of my great-grandmothers and grandfathers, when did they embrace the Cross?  How did they live it out loud?

In our current world, full of trouble and strife, hatred and destruction, if we are silent about the God we proclaim to follow then we aren’t following His command to “Go into all the world” (Matthew 28).

So, please tell me.  Tell your family, your friends, your children.  Share the story of the God in Heaven who loved His lost children so much that He sent His own child to be born among us, to live and love, laugh and grieve, to make decisions and to follow the commandments of His Father– all the way to the Cross– just so we could one day gather with our Heavenly Father and know that amazing communion of saints.

Tell them.  Go tell them.  Just like the shepherds that night so long ago.

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.  When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child,  and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. (Luke 2:15-18). 

About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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