22913Today with Jesus
- Apr 4, 2012Today's Bible Verse:"She will give birth to a son, and your are to give him the name Jesus, because he will save his people from their sins.(Mathew 1:21)“FROM NO WONDER THEY CALL HIM SAVIOR
The small house was simple but adequate. It was one of many in this poor neighborhood on the outskirts of Brazilian village. It was a comfortable home. Maria and her daughter Christina were two souls living there. The furnishing were modest; a pallet on either side of the room, a washbasin, a wood burning stove, and a wooden crucifix.
Maria’s husband had died when Christina was an infant. The young mother stubbornly refusing opportunities to remarry, got a job and set
out to raise her young daughter. After now 15 years later, the worst years were over. The modest salary was reliable and it did provide food and clothes. And now Christina was old enough to get a job and help out.
Some said Christina got her independence from her mother. She recoiled at the traditional idea of marrying young and raising family. Not that she couldn’t have had her pick of husbands. Her olive skin and brown eyes kept a steady stream of prospects at her door. She had an infectious way of throwing her head back filling the room with laughter. She also had that rare magic some women have that makes everyman feel like a king just by being near them. But it was her spirited curiosity that made her keep all the men at arm’s length.
She spoke often of going to the city. she dreamed of trading her dusty neighborhood for exciting avenues and city life. Just the thought of this horrified her mother.
Maria was quick to remind Christina of the harshness of the streets. “ People don’t know you there. Jobs are scarce and the life is cruel. And besides, if you went there, what would you do for a living?” Maria knew exactly what Christina would do, or would have to do for a living. That is why her heart broke when she awoke on morning to find her daughter’s bed empty. Maria knew immediately where her daughter had gone. She also knew immediately what she must do to find her. She quickly threw some clothes in a bag, gathered up all her money, and ran out of the house.
On her way to the bus stop she entered a drugstore to get one last thing. Pictures. She sat in the photograph booth, closed the curtain, and spent all she could on pictures. With her purse full of small black and white photos, she boarded the next bus to Rio de Janeiro.
Maria knew that Christina had no way of earning money. She also knew that her daughter was too stubborn to give up. When pride meets hunger, a human will do things that were before unthinkable. Knowing this, Maria began her search. Bars, hotels, nightclubs, any place with the reputation for street walkers or prostitutes.
She went to them all. And at each place she left her pictures- taped to a bathroom mirror, tacked to a hotel bulletin board, fastened to a
corner phone booth. And on the back of each photo she wrote a note.
It wasn’t too long before both the money and the pictures ran out, and Maria had to go home. The weary mother wept as the bus began its long journey back to her small village.
It was a few weeks later that young Christian descended the hotel stairs. Her young face was tired. Her brown eyes no longer danced with youth but spoke of pain and fear. Her laughter was broken. Her dream had become a nightmare. A 1000 times over she had longed to trade these countless beds for her secure pallet. Yet the little was, in too many ways, too far away.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her eyes noticed a familiar face.. She looked again, and there on the lobby mirror was a small picture of her mother. Christina’s eyes burned and her throat tightened as she walked across the room and removed the small photo. Written on the back was this compelling invitation: “WHAT EVER YOU HAVE DONE, WHATEVER YOU HAVE BECOME, IT DOESN’T MATTER. PLEASE COME HOME.” SHE DID.
My dearest brother, sister, child , parents, looking on your eyes I ask ” Have you ever received Christ as your Savior?” “It means repentance” Nothing is more important on earth than have a repented and surrendered life to our Savior Jesus Christ. Let this good Friday a day of “BORN AGAIN” experience. Let us be a witness for Christ in our Action and Love as Christ died for us on Cross. Let the Cross be a sign of Victory and carry on…..
Yours in Jesus Paulose Achen from Toronto.
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