Several years ago, I encountered the love of God while sitting in a closet.
I was feeling broken and defeated after years of trying (and failing) to pull myself together. I had been avoiding God for years, certain He wouldn’t want to talk to me anyways. But that day, curled up in my closet, I tentatively asked if it was possible for Him to still love me, “even though…”
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My dad baptized me when I was a child, but I spent years doubting my salvation and wondering if it had worked. I would ask adults in my life if I was going to Heaven, and they always gave me the same response: I can’t answer that for you. As someone who likes black and white answers, I hated that nobody could assure me I was saved.
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Then Jesus told them, “A prophet is honored everywhere except in his own hometown and among his own family.” — Matthew 13:57
These were the words Jesus spoke while in his own hometown. The crowd was amazed by what he had been teaching, but they soon became distracted by his past and the things they knew about him: “Isn’t this the carpenter’s son?”
They missed out on the miracles and presence of Jesus because they couldn’t let go of who they thought He was. They “bore witness and marveled” at the empowering presence of God on Him, but then they reduced him back to the familiar and lost out on the eternal.
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