“It is finished.”
It is more than just a sentence…
It is the final verdict from the lips of Jesus,
Meaning, the work is completely done…
Just as it was planned from the beginning.
The price of justice is fully paid for.
The sacrifice is complete and adequate.
I am forever ransomed, redeemed
My sins are totally forgiven…
A new beginning is now mine.
The veil is rented in two…
The great chasm bridged, blockade removed.
Access to God the Father is granted
By the sacrifice of God the Son.
My relationship with the Godhead fully restored.
The battle is over… won and lost
My Jesus is the victorious One.
The seed of the serpent bruised His heel
But the Seed of the woman crushed the head of the serpent.
Satan is defeated, shamed, disgraced forever…
Nothing has been left undone…
My past, my present and my future
All fully taken care of by His blood.
The work of redemption is complete.
Nothing can undo what He has finished.
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The post you are about to read was the very first content published on this blog. As I said in the post before this one, this blog just turned two years old.
To further commemorate the milestone, I am reposting the pioneer post here for you to read. It was initially published when there were no followers on this Blog. That tells me that you may not have seen it yet.
Now that I have you, kindly indulge me as I present to you, “We Know,” the very first and oldest post on this blog. I guarantee you will find something useful in it.
We know we have potentials,
But we are not doing enough to develop them.
What is the use of a vibrant energy,
That remains buried and untapped?
We know the future is bright,
But we keep living in the past!
How can we ever enter and enjoy the future,
If we don’t ever leave the past behind?
We know our lives could be better,
But we hesitate to do things to improve on them.
Why are we waiting and delaying?
The room of improvement is never filled up!
We know we are not so perfect,
But we fail to work on our weaknesses!
Can a dirty china become clean,
If it has not been washed at all?
We know we don’t like to be criticised,
But we never cease from doing it to others.
What makes us think we would be likeable?
When our words ache like pain?
We know we like being appreciated,
But we think other’s don’t deserve the same.
If we want appreciation to come around,
We ought to start giving it first to others.
We know we ought to make more progress in life,
But we fear to take the first steps forward.
How can we get to where we want to be,
If we don’t put one foot in front of the other?
We know we crave for love and forgiveness,
But we ourselves are never generous with such.
How can we be so very surprised?
That we don’t get loved and forgiven by others as we want?
We know we crave respect and admiration from others,
But we are less concerned about our self-respect.
Why then are we so bothered that we don’t get so respected,
As much as we think we deserve?
We know how good it feels to be welcomed,
But we don’t always spread our hands to welcome others.
Yet we wonder why people don’t always warm up to us,
Like the insect to the nectar in a flower.
We know we are not without blemish,
But we are always quick to cast the stone on others
Why don’t we treat other people
As we want to be treated?
We know Rome was not built in day,
But we cry and worry over every little slip.
With our heart filled with so many worries,
How can we enjoy a deep sleep at night?
We know we shouldn’t go to bed when the roof is on fire,
But we pretend it’s just a little flick of flame.
Why then do we wonder and cry aloud,
When all we have is turned to ashes?
We know every seed produces after its own kind,
But some of us are those who sow corn and expect a harvest of potatoes.
Who would be ever so disappointed,
As much as someone like that would be?
We know we should say ‘I am sorry’ sometimes,
But our pride keeps us from saying it.
Doesn’t it matter to us that our friends and family are hurt,
When we fail to say “I am sorry, please forgive me?”
We know it’s good for us to give.
But we hoard the things we ought to share.
Have we forgotten the Master’s rule:
“Give and it shall be given to you?”
We know we should give thanks in all things,
But we say all things are not okay to give thanks, so we complain.
Are we now wiser than the Master,
Who said, “give thanks in all things?”
I know some of you know Me already.
But many of you are yet to know Me personally.
You must have heard about Me before.
As my Name is regularly called amongst the nations.
I can see you feel happy this special season.
And I really like that… but you deserve much more.
I can feel the special and colourful atmosphere.
Pervading across many lands around the world.
The special emphasis on love and giving this season.
The special music playing in homes and malls for the same reason.
The beautiful decorations all around are all noticed.
All is well and good and appreciable.
You say it’s about a Baby that was born by a virgin.
You are right; it happened several centuries ago.
But do you know I Am that Baby?
Much more than that… I am the Lord and Saviour.
You commemorate My birthday yearly at Christmas.
Celebrating it by all means and ways possible.
Eating the best of meals and drinking the best of wines.
Exchanging gifts amongst yourselves.
You and everyone seem to be happy.
As you spend your time and money.
Visiting people and visiting places.
And throwing parties here and there.
You do all that because of Me?… fine!
But do you know what I really I want from you?
I mean, am I not the One you are celebrating?
At Least I should get a special gift from you!
But do you know the gift I ask of you?
I don’t really want your money.
I don’t want your sacrifices either.
I don’t want whatever you have to give.
You care to know what I really want from you?
I will tell you once again and again:
I want you to know Me personally.
That’s what I really want from you.
You can begin by giving Me your life.
I have given Mine to you already.
That was why I was born, you know!
That was why I lived and died!
It’s time you rewrote your life’s story.
It breaks my heart that year in year out.
You celebrate My birthday religiously.
Without knowing Me the true Celebrant.
Yes, I am the One you celebrate His birth at Christmas.
I am the “Reason for the Season.”
In case you haven’t noticed it before.
My name (Christ) is the main part of Christmas.
Yes, I am Christ the anointed One.
I am Jesus Christ of Nazareth, Son of God.
I was born, I lived, and I died for you.
All I want is for You to know Me personally.
I knew you before you were born.
I invite you to come and know Me now.
So we can be together forever in glory.
Through this life and the one to come.