Some of us have suffered great loss for the joy of knowing Jesus, from friends ridiculing us to being disowned by those closest to us. In a sense, we lost nothing when He came and called us to Himself, for what is gone is not to be compared to what we gained–peace with God, righteousness, joy, life everlasting. Yet at times, the cost feels great. And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?
This week, I watched two young ladies taking a bold stand concerning their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. The consequences have not all yet unfolded, but those that have are not pleasant to the flesh. Or the heart. Yet as one of them said to me, “Jesus is the One who called me. I did not choose Him, He chose me. What else could I do but say Yes?” She found herself unable to not choose Him. She simply could not deny to One who rescued her and gave her life. And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?
How valuable am I to Jesus? How much was He willing to pay for me? Well, He paid with His life. And He requires no payment from me–just an allegiance to Him. I witnessed the reality of what this means in these two young ladies’ lives this week. It cost them their life. And they gained His.
And I am forced to ask myself, how valuable is Jesus to me?