As part of my blog change, I am posting more as a travelogue, including thins the Lord is teaching me and encouraging me in the journey. This year, one of the things I am focusing more on are the promises of Jesus. I hope to share more of these as the days go by.
“All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out.”
We all know that promises are only as good as the ability of the person making them is in keeping them. In Jesus, we have come to know that all the promises of God find their “yes” and “amen” (2 Cor. 1:20). I don’t know about you, but I want my days to be infiltrated with divine confirmation of all that Jesus is for me in every aspect of my life. I want my identity, purpose, and treasure to be shaped by promises kept and fulfilled in Jesus.
Jesus says, “I will never cast out.” Never. To whom? Whoever comes. That’s not a coming once, but a coming again and again and again. And with each coming, we are promised never to be rejected. Jesus is more ready to welcome than we are willing to come. Should not the promise of never being turned away motivate us to come all the more?! The promise should melt our hearts and move our faith to flee to Jesus! Pity the Christian who believes not this promise and never avails himself to the beckoning call and welcoming embrace of Jesus. Not the righteous, not the righteous, but sinners Jesus came to call. And lest we forget, the only thing that He requires is that we feel our need of Him.
Believe the promise of Jesus today. Make haste with swift feet to the strong embrace of our Savior whose promises never fail.
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and pow’r.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings you nigh.
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Sinner, will this not suffice?
Lo! th’ incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Not of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
I will arise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in His arms;
In the arms of my dear Savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms.