When I woke up this morning, to the rhythm and words of an old gospel hymn. The four-line chorus reminded me of a precious truth:
Now I belong to Jesus,
Jesus belongs to me,
Not for the years of time alone,
But for eternity.
Of the 19 words in that refrain, the word belong stood out more than the rest. It occurred to me that when you belong to Jesus, you should be longing for a relationship with Him.
During a debate with some skeptics, Jesus spoke of the key to this relationship: The one who belongs to God listens and responds to God’s words. You don’t listen and respond, because you don’t belong to God (John 8:47).
When you listen and respond to God’s words it’s evidence that you belong to God, and it’s the first note in a harmonious relationship with Him. Paul spoke of this relationship, and who you are in Jesus:
- Ephesians 1:7—In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of His grace
- Ephesians 1:11—In Him also we have obtained an inheritance
- Ephesians 3:12—We have boldness and access with confidence through faith in Him.
- Colossians 2:9-10—As you therefore have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him and established in the faith, as you have been taught, abounding in it with thanksgiving, and you are complete in Him
When the feelings of doubt and despair try to take root in your heart, remember that you belong to Jesus. His desire is to have a relationship with you, and He will watch over you as a shepherd does his flock.
Psalm 100:2-4
Make a joyful shout to the Lord, all you lands!
Serve the Lord with gladness;
Come before His presence with singing.
Know that the Lord, He is God;
It is He who has made us, and we belong to Him;
We are His people and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him, and bless His name.
If you’ve ever seen me in the fruit section of the grocery store, you may have noticed that I’m picky when I’m picking my apples. I’m not a grab-and-go any-apple-will-do kind of guy. I’m selective; I want an apple that’s red, colorful, tasty, and juicy.
Life would be boringly bland if it were not for our emotions. I’m thankful that I can scan the horizon of humanity and see faces of innocence framed in smiles that run from ear to ear. What would a party be if a child never had the gift of joy when he unwrapped a toy?
There’s no failsafe vaccine for it, and everyone who has ever lived has felt the crushing power of the vice-like grip of Big Daddy Bad Day. The physical symptoms are nothing like the chills, sweats, and fever that typify malaria, nor the feigned symptoms of malingering. When Big Daddy slaps you down, you feel a nauseating surge of melancholy with its brooding sadness and boiling madness.
I’ve see it happen more than once: A husband and wife stand side by side as they watch a raging fire engulf their home that housed a lifetime of memories. I’ve heard them ask: “What will we do now. How we will get through the loss of everything we’ve worked for?”



