It's About Jesus

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pages 26-27

The thing is as I read the Gsopels again I find that each of these views has something to say for it. (Now predominantly the first two are the views that most of us have). But we need to keep on discovering and understanding Jesus more. We need to have humility to say we don’t have Jesus sussed out. Others may have seen things we have glossed over and vice versa. We are on a journey and in church we need to be committed to discovering Jesus more and more, corporately.

On Sundays here we can do that by exploring the bible together, I hope I facilitate that, spur you on to think and bring encouragement and challenge from the Word of God. That’s what we do in Communion – we are focussing on Jesus.

In our cells we take that a stage further, we fellowship, pray and talk together. We can challenge/encourage each other to put it into practice and roll up our sleeves and do it. That is important, because you can do it on your own, but I believe that we will only really get to grips with Jesus together. We learn from each other, we see Jesus in each other, we encourage each other to go deeper, to think again, we see things that are not right and that sends us back to the model again- Jesus.

Conclusion

All of this means that we get to know Jesus better personally, we know his love “Knowing, showing and Sharing his love” is our Mission Statement. AS we get to know him more then we will get to be more like him. I was reading in a novel where a character had just been brutally treated these words “ “. That is the problem for the church & Christians, so much of what happens in church, the conflicts, the way Christians behave is a million miles away form Jesus. What Would Jesus Do is a very important question that should occupy our minds more and more. It’s all about Jesus. If you’ve been wondering what is this all about, what on earth are we/am I doing? Come back to jesus – it’s all about him.

AS it has been famously put: He was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty. Then for three years He was an itinerant preacher. He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a home. He didn’t go to college. He never visited a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where he was born. He did none of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.

He was only thirty-three when the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves.

While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His garments, the only property he had on earth. When He was dead, He was laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend. Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race.