A Letter From A Broken-Hearted Friend. Would You Say Know To This Man???

Dear Friend,

How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you.  I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would want to talk to me too. I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to close you- and I waited. You never came. It hurt me-but I still love you because I am your friend.

I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spilled moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work/school. My tears were in the rain.

If you would only listen to me! I love you! I try to tell you in blue skies and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in colours of flowers, shout it to you in mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than the biggest need in your heart!

Ask Me! Talk with Me! Please don't forget Me. I have so much to share with you!

I won't hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait--

                                                              I love you. Your Friend, JESUS

"You can have the greatest moments in your life destroyed by an untamed passion." Ravi Zacharias

The Unique Christ-Divine or Simply Human?

His birth was contrary to the laws of life, His death was contrary to the laws of death. He had no cornfields or fisheries but He could spread a table for five thousand and have bread and fish to spare. He walked on no beautiful carpets or velvet rugs, but He walked on the waters of the Sea of Galilee and they supported Him.

When He died few men mourned Him, but a black crepe was hung over the sun. Though men trembled not for their sins, the earth beneath them shook under the load. All nature honoured Him. Sinners alone rejected Him. Corruption could not get hold of His body. The soil that had been reddened with His blood could not claim His dust.

Three years He preached His gospel. He wrote no book, built no church house, had no monetary backing. But after over twenty hundred years, He is the one central character of human history, the Pivot around which the events of the ages revolve, and the only Regenerator of the Human Race.

Was it merely the Son of Joseph and Mary, who crossed the world's horizon twenty hundred years ago? Was it merely human blood that was spilled on Calvary's Hill for the redemption of sinners? What thinking man can keep from exclaiming: "My Lord and My God!"