True and Lasting Hope

Jesus said, “Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in Me” — John 14:1

True and lasting hope,
real and healthy optimism,
doesn’t come from confidence
in ourselves or other people.
How could it? We, and they,
often fail or fall short.

True and lasting hope,
real and healthy optimism,
doesn’t come from confidence
in the future, in advancement.
How could it? History proves
not all change is progress.

True and lasting hope,
real and healthy optimism,
comes from confidence
in our mighty loving Father.
He does not fail or fall short;
His plans are always perfect.

Those who put their hope,
their confidence, in Him
will soar on wings like eagles.

Devotional poem © 2016 Michael Himick. Used with permission.
 
 

My Friends, I Met Jesus!

We’ve been looking at John 3:16, and seeing that whoever trusts in Jesus shall not perish but have eternal life. Here’s a devotional poem from Christ-follower Robby Cekander seeing the same. It’s called “My Friends, I Met Jesus!”

I had
no future,
but now I have hope.

I was in
a maze of sin,
but now I have hope.

I still
have pain,
but now I have hope.

My friends,
I met Jesus!
I gave my days,
and sin,
and pain,
to Him!

And
now that I
have stopped
running from hope,
I have hope.

Devotional poem © 2016 Robby Cekander. Used with permission.

Christianity is a rescue religion. It declares that God has taken the initiative in Jesus Christ to deliver us from our sins. This is the main theme of the Bible.

John Stott

“God loves” is the greatest thing that can be said by lips. . . . If we would try to think of what it means, the whole truth would flash up into fresh newness, and all the miseries and sorrows and perplexities of our lives would drift away down the wind, and we should be no more troubled with them.

Alexander MacLaren

Falling

God’s Word says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life” — John 3:16

I’m falling,
falling fast,
but there’s hope,
hope for me.

I jumped,
jumped without a chute —
what was I thinking,
thinking I could fly?

Now I’m falling,
falling through the sky;
the earth is nearing,
nearing to end my fall.

Will I die,
die this foolish death?
No, here comes Jesus,
Jesus diving down to me!

So I cling,
cling to my Savior,
and trust we’ll land,
land safely in this fall.
But I find, oh I find,
we never land at all.

Devotional poem © 2016 Michael Himick. Used with permission.