Reader Request, ‘Jesus Loves Me’

Joyce, you couldn’t have made a more welcome request today! Jesus Loves Me–yes!

When I was five years old or so, Jesus Christ My Lord was as real to me as my next-door neighbor. How I wish I could recapture that much faith! It felt more like knowing than believing. Thank you, Ma and Dad, grandparents, and all my aunts and uncles! It was you, all of you, who taught me this.

To enter the Kingdom of Heaven, you must become as little children. Jesus said so.

It is said (the story may be apocryphal) that the eminent theologian, Karl  Barth, when asked to lay out the substance of his belief, simply sang Jesus Loves Me.

You can’t do better than that.

 

7 comments on “Reader Request, ‘Jesus Loves Me’

  1. When I was a child, we had the Vulgate (Catholic) version of The Bible, which contained many apocryphal books and also had many, many pictures that I loved to look at, chronicling Jesus’ ministry in the New Testament. Even before I could read, with the imagination of a child, I pictured myself happily following along with Jesus and climbing into His lap. And still, I want to climb into His lap. A deep love of God was always present in our family, for which I am truly grateful.

    1. I was fascinated by a battered old Bible that my father had, with sepia-toned pictures–very old photographs–of places in the Holy Land mentioned in the text.

      I still use the Bible, every day, that I received in Sunday school in 1958.

  2. If you don’t have a hymn planned for morning, Lee, I’d like to request ‘My Faith Looks Up To Thee’.

    And I hope your visit with your aunt today found her well.

    1. Thank you. I’ll post it tomorrow.
      As for my aunt–well, she’s past “doing well.” I think she understood me today. She doesn’t always.

  3. At a certain point, I suppose all we can hope for is a glimmer. I’m glad she gave you that today. She and your family remain in my prayers.

  4. Something about all this reminds me of a little “poem” I wrote a while ago,
    called “I get lost in yesterday” Some days, I just want to sit at the feet of the Shepherd like a little scruffy sheep and stare at His face.

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