It arrived that morning, not like an orange life jacket but via a few loud words yelled in my ear by a man on a bike. “Jesus loves you!” he roared as the road took him down and swerved into the market place. I stood staring at his audacity. His noise! His impertinence. Who’d he think he was? Moses?! I went about my day, chin snuck in collar, miserable and yet haunted by the Jesus of the man on his bike rushing away. How many more people did he yell at today?
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I remember his smile now. His little eyes hid in bushy brows, a wrinkling face, smiling. At what, me? The more I thought about him, the more I felt a warm smile light up my own self. The love of Jesus seemed to reach through like with Safety Jacket. I’ve no words for it. Help seemed to arrive at me, in words sent from a stranger.
A love without protocol! Oh reckless. Defying! Not caring for this and that. A Love that sped to me like on a Bike! Speed is needed for urgent help.
Unsure where you’re at today, but I just want to say, no matter what the tide is, no matter how it feels, He knows you. He cares. He loves you. And you can disbelieve His existence, or wonder whether His arms even reach where you’re at, but He loves you He does too. He sent me to tell you that; He loves you. Jesus.He loves you. Think on that. Just think on that.
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