This morning before arriving at church the Taxi driver wondered why I, as young as I am, want to go to church and live for God. His reasoning: I was missing out on the world. He didn’t get it was the other way around. He is missing out on God.
On this Palm Sunday, a holy day, people will judge and criticize Christians because of our joy. Many think it’s fake, hypocrital, absurd. They do not understand that when I met the God, the only God who could save; when I understood, really understood that He, God, the King of Kings died for MY sins, there was no praise, no worship loud enough, strong enough that could truly express the gratitude of my heart.
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. (1 John 4:10 NIV)
But these people blaspheme in matters they do not understand. They are like unreasoning animals, creatures of instinct, born only to be caught and destroyed, and like animals they too will perish. (2 Peter 2:12 NIV)