I’m sure you’ve said it before.
I’ve said it numerous times.
When someone asks me a question, a serious life question – often I will say, “Jesus is the Answer.”
Does that sound too trite to you? Life is hard and just like the advertisement says, “It comes at you fast.” How can one word, one person, make a difference?
In the past eight days I have received sad news about two young men.
Last week, a student at Liberty University, fell to his death while hiking with a group of friends. He fell 75 feet. This week instead of enjoying Spring Break with his family at home, they are saying good-bye at a graveside. Such sorrow. The young man’s professor shared with a class our granddaughter was in, “In case you are wondering about Dylan and his relationship with the Lord – I want you to know that he loved JESUS with all his heart.”
Jesus was Dylan’s answer.
Yesterday, I received a text from my daughter. <Josh, T’s worker, was found dead this morning. Probable overdose.>
Eternity for this young man began and as far as we know, Jesus did not know Josh.
I don’t know about you, but this kind of news besets me. It causes me to gaze out my window and weep for the souls of men.
I “knew” Jesus at a young age and if you’ve been reading me very long you know I took a long detour because although I knew Jesus was the Answer? At the time? I didn’t want an answer – I wanted to be mad and angry. Thank God for His grace and He came to me and I grabbed hold and have been declaring Him as the Answer ever since!
Pilate asked a question – do you remember? I’ll refresh our memory!!
Pilate said to Him, “What is truth?” John 18.38
You were looking into the eyes of The Answer to your question.
Jesus was then. Jesus is now. Jesus will always be…THE ANSWER.
What’s your question? Have you considered The Answer?