Jesus: Qualified to Save
Robert Dawson
John 1:1-14
I have never been good at fixing things. My specialty has always been tearing them up. It's been that way since I was a young kid. When I attempt to fix something it only seems to get worse. At that point, I start making phone calls to people I know, people I believe, have some knowledge and skill in the area of my struggle and ask for advice or if possible a helping hand. If that fails then I let my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages in search of a professional who can step into my mess, fix what I have broken, bring order to the chaos I have created and set things right.
Making a mess of things comes naturally. That is not just true with stuff but with life itself. It is not something I have to work at. It just happens. It is imbedded in my DNA. It is an innate ability that has been handed down in my family for countless generations. I come from a very long line of people who can't seem to get things right. You can trace the problem all the way back to my very first grandparents. They made a mess of things, couldn't fix it, and everyone in their family has followed in their footsteps. Their names were Adam and Eve and all of you and everyone else in this world are part of my family tree.
In the first two chapters of the Bible we see that God created a world that was anything but broken. It was perfect, beautiful and good in every way. At the end of each day God would look at His new creation and say, ''It is good'' and it was. Everything God made was good. There was not even the slightest hint of a flaw in this this new creation. If you had looked God's new creation over with the most powerful of microscopes or telescopes you would not have found even the slightest of imperfections. The world was perfect.
That was even true even when God took the dust and the dirt of the earth and fashioned man and a woman and breathed life into our first parents. He made Adam and Eve in His image ...
Robert Dawson
John 1:1-14
I have never been good at fixing things. My specialty has always been tearing them up. It's been that way since I was a young kid. When I attempt to fix something it only seems to get worse. At that point, I start making phone calls to people I know, people I believe, have some knowledge and skill in the area of my struggle and ask for advice or if possible a helping hand. If that fails then I let my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages in search of a professional who can step into my mess, fix what I have broken, bring order to the chaos I have created and set things right.
Making a mess of things comes naturally. That is not just true with stuff but with life itself. It is not something I have to work at. It just happens. It is imbedded in my DNA. It is an innate ability that has been handed down in my family for countless generations. I come from a very long line of people who can't seem to get things right. You can trace the problem all the way back to my very first grandparents. They made a mess of things, couldn't fix it, and everyone in their family has followed in their footsteps. Their names were Adam and Eve and all of you and everyone else in this world are part of my family tree.
In the first two chapters of the Bible we see that God created a world that was anything but broken. It was perfect, beautiful and good in every way. At the end of each day God would look at His new creation and say, ''It is good'' and it was. Everything God made was good. There was not even the slightest hint of a flaw in this this new creation. If you had looked God's new creation over with the most powerful of microscopes or telescopes you would not have found even the slightest of imperfections. The world was perfect.
That was even true even when God took the dust and the dirt of the earth and fashioned man and a woman and breathed life into our first parents. He made Adam and Eve in His image ...
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