He Died...

 

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This weekend at our college is a special Evangelism and Missions Weekend sponsored by the Religion department.  We have a guest speaker, Dwight Nelson, pastor of another Christian college's church in Michigan.  The meetings started last night and today we had three meetings and some seminars.  I only went to last night's and two of today's, but they were such a blessing! 

Anyway, today, Pastor Dwight was talking about what Jesus went through on the cross.  Wow. . . it really came alive for me.  And then he said something that really struck me.  

Jesus died of a broken heart--broken by our sin and by separation from His Father--so that we could live with a broken heart--broken by the world's need of Him.

What would it mean to let God break my heart so that I love the lost like He does?  It doesn't sound pleasant, but I think I want it.  I want to love others like Jesus loves them.  I want to care about them enough to be there for them like He would be.  I want to love them enough to introduce them to Him.  What about you?

"I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me." (Galatians 2:20)

"Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men." (Philippians 2:5-7)