We Are So Worth The Blood Of Jesus

 

 

 

 

 

Twelve years ago, Easter Sunday, I responded to an altar call to receive Christ into my life.

I had been a Christian for over 50 years. With breathless anticipation, I jumped to my feet and then noticed Mary also standing beside me. I’d never heard a Gospel like this.

The guy up front had just told me how worthy I was of the blood of Jesus. Ha! He said that I was enough and for a brief moment I dared to believe.

I had long since left the ministry. I had long since left the church. And I had long since left 99% of the Bible. The only portions I read were the promises. And I had landed on five chapters in John, 13 through 17. Every day my prayer was “Father, this is Your promise and this is my life, which looks nothing like what You promised here.”

I had spent 58 years of my life on a religious treadmill trying to become something that I already was; trying to earn a gift. I had never heard that I was worthy and that I was enough, except on rare occasions when at the bottom of the rope I would hear Jesus’ sweet voice telling me He loved me.

I had lived with myself long enough to know that was too good to be true.

Since that Easter, over the last twelve years, day by day, moment by moment, I’m discovering how worthy I am. I’m discovering how righteous I am, how holy I am, how lovely I am, how pleased He is with me!

Yes, there are still moments of relapse, when I forget, but they are fewer and farther between.

As my friend, Dan Mohler says, “I am so worthy of the blood of Jesus.” He loves me! And it’s never ever had anything to do with my behavior or performance. I am enough!

And so are you!

I love Easter but as my friend, François Du Toit writes “Every sunrise is a reminder of the resurrection!”

Yes!

Both His resurrection and ours!

You are so worth the blood of Jesus today!

Love you, Lloyd.


Lloyd Clark 
is an entrepreneur, a former pastor, and a writer. He is passionate about being loved by our Heavenly Father and revealing that same love to everyone he meets. He and his wife Mary have 5 children and 7 grandchildren and live in North Carolina.

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  1. Tineke

    Wow what a thought!

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