I thought I would share it with you all.
I am the leper who cried out to Jesus on his way past Samaria, so that he could speak wholeness into me and then woo me back to worship him.
I am the lame man whose friends lowered me down through the rafters, so that Jesus could speak forgiveness and healing to me.
I am the invalid Jesus found in a dark part of town, bed-ridden and complaining, so that he could say to me, “Get up, take up your mat, and walk.”
I am the prodigal he saw a long way off, who ran to me, threw a feast for me, put his robe and ring and sandals on me.
I am the elder brother who refused to join the party, and so he went out to me and begged me to come in.
I am Lazarus, the one he raised from the dead and then invited to recline with him at the table.
I am not worthy to bless the cup, except He makes me so.
At great cost, all by his own doing, Jesus makes me his own, loves me without condition, forgives me without remainder,
places his own name on me,
puts his own Spirit in me,
and goes ahead to prepare a place for me.
He’s made me a chosen people, a holy nation, a royal priesthood, one who belongs to God.
I am the one Jesus loves.
As are you."