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Why Did He Have to Die?
By Jill Morikone October 26th
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16
Why hadn’t they come tonight? I walked back through the church, my eyes scanning the congregation. They’d attended every night of this evangelistic campaign in London, England. A single mom with four kids. Two boys and two girls. The girls especially had worked their way into my heart.
Had the message last night turned them away? The mom had eagerly come forward and signed the decision card for baptism. Why weren’t they here now? The meeting started, but a heaviness settled in my chest. How could I love them so much in such a short time?
The next night, I spotted them! Rushing to the back, I knelt down and took them in my arms. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered as I hugged the sisters tightly.
Anna* spoke first. “But we’ve been here.” Bewildered, I leaned back and looked into her dark brown eyes.
“But I looked for you last night and couldn’t find you.”
Sarah* shrugged. “We looked for YOU and couldn’t find you.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I’m here now. Why don’t you show me your coloring books?”
Eagerly they sat down, one on either side of me. We opened the coloring book that the church had given them as first-time visitors. It was a child’s book, following the life and ministry of Jesus. Anna turned to the final page, a picture of Jesus hanging on the cross.
She looked up at me. “Why did He have to die?”
Tears filled my eyes as I squeezed both girls tightly. Did they have no knowledge of Jesus or His Word? Such babies, but searching for the gospel. Oh, God, what do I say?
Praying for wisdom, I began to speak. About Jesus and His love, about sin and its penalty, about how Jesus took that for us so we can accept Him and go to Heaven. They looked up at me, then turned to the next picture, and the moment was gone.
The meetings were almost over, and I’d be going home. Who would look after these precious daughters of the King? I reached over to hug them. “I love you both, but Jesus loves you so much more!” My words felt so inadequate in the face of their tremendous need.
The next day, they arrived early, as their mom was getting baptized. Someone shared a bit of her journey, how she had searched in many churches for the truths of God’s Word. I sat with two little girls by my side, as their mom was taken under the water.
We said our goodbyes after church, knowing that I probably would never see them again. My heart ached as I hugged them goodbye. Lord Jesus, will You look after them? Keep showing them You? For I want to spend eternity with two little sisters from London.
*Not their real names
Why Did He Have to Die?
By Jill Morikone October 26th
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16
Why hadn’t they come tonight? I walked back through the church, my eyes scanning the congregation. They’d attended every night of this evangelistic campaign in London, England. A single mom with four kids. Two boys and two girls. The girls especially had worked their way into my heart.
Had the message last night turned them away? The mom had eagerly come forward and signed the decision card for baptism. Why weren’t they here now? The meeting started, but a heaviness settled in my chest. How could I love them so much in such a short time?
The next night, I spotted them! Rushing to the back, I knelt down and took them in my arms. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered as I hugged the sisters tightly.
Anna* spoke first. “But we’ve been here.” Bewildered, I leaned back and looked into her dark brown eyes.
“But I looked for you last night and couldn’t find you.”
Sarah* shrugged. “We looked for YOU and couldn’t find you.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I’m here now. Why don’t you show me your coloring books?”
Eagerly they sat down, one on either side of me. We opened the coloring book that the church had given them as first-time visitors. It was a child’s book, following the life and ministry of Jesus. Anna turned to the final page, a picture of Jesus hanging on the cross.
She looked up at me. “Why did He have to die?”
Tears filled my eyes as I squeezed both girls tightly. Did they have no knowledge of Jesus or His Word? Such babies, but searching for the gospel. Oh, God, what do I say?
Praying for wisdom, I began to speak. About Jesus and His love, about sin and its penalty, about how Jesus took that for us so we can accept Him and go to Heaven. They looked up at me, then turned to the next picture, and the moment was gone.
The meetings were almost over, and I’d be going home. Who would look after these precious daughters of the King? I reached over to hug them. “I love you both, but Jesus loves you so much more!” My words felt so inadequate in the face of their tremendous need.
The next day, they arrived early, as their mom was getting baptized. Someone shared a bit of her journey, how she had searched in many churches for the truths of God’s Word. I sat with two little girls by my side, as their mom was taken under the water.
We said our goodbyes after church, knowing that I probably would never see them again. My heart ached as I hugged them goodbye. Lord Jesus, will You look after them? Keep showing them You? For I want to spend eternity with two little sisters from London.
*Not their real names
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Why Did He Have to Die?
By Jill Morikone October 26th
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16
Why hadn’t they come tonight? I walked back through the church, my eyes scanning the congregation. They’d attended every night of this evangelistic campaign in London, England. A single mom with four kids. Two boys and two girls. The girls especially had worked their way into my heart.
Had the message last night turned them away? The mom had eagerly come forward and signed the decision card for baptism. Why weren’t they here now? The meeting started, but a heaviness settled in my chest. How could I love them so much in such a short time?
The next night, I spotted them! Rushing to the back, I knelt down and took them in my arms. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered as I hugged the sisters tightly.
Anna* spoke first. “But we’ve been here.” Bewildered, I leaned back and looked into her dark brown eyes.
“But I looked for you last night and couldn’t find you.”
Sarah* shrugged. “We looked for YOU and couldn’t find you.”
“I’m so sorry,” I said, “I’m here now. Why don’t you show me your coloring books?”
Eagerly they sat down, one on either side of me. We opened the coloring book that the church had given them as first-time visitors. It was a child’s book, following the life and ministry of Jesus. Anna turned to the final page, a picture of Jesus hanging on the cross.
She looked up at me. “Why did He have to die?”
Tears filled my eyes as I squeezed both girls tightly. Did they have no knowledge of Jesus or His Word? Such babies, but searching for the gospel. Oh, God, what do I say?
Praying for wisdom, I began to speak. About Jesus and His love, about sin and its penalty, about how Jesus took that for us so we can accept Him and go to Heaven. They looked up at me, then turned to the next picture, and the moment was gone.
The meetings were almost over, and I’d be going home. Who would look after these precious daughters of the King? I reached over to hug them. “I love you both, but Jesus loves you so much more!” My words felt so inadequate in the face of their tremendous need.
The next day, they arrived early, as their mom was getting baptized. Someone shared a bit of her journey, how she had searched in many churches for the truths of God’s Word. I sat with two little girls by my side, as their mom was taken under the water.
We said our goodbyes after church, knowing that I probably would never see them again. My heart ached as I hugged them goodbye. Lord Jesus, will You look after them? Keep showing them You? For I want to spend eternity with two little sisters from London.
*Not their real names
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