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What Shall I Do With Jesus?
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JOSEPHUS WAS A Jewish historian. In his book of Antiquities of the
Jews, Book XVIII, chapter III, he says, “Now, there was about this time
Jesus, a wise man, for he was a doer of wonderful works, a teacher of
such men as receive the truth with pleasure. He drew over to him both
many of the Jews and many of the Gentiles. He was the Christ; and when
Pilate, At the suggestion of the principal men among us, had condemned
him to the cross, those that loved him at the first did not forsake him,
for he appeared to them alive again the third day, as the divine
prophets had foretold these and then thousand other wonderful things
concerning him; and the tribe of Christians, so named for him are not
extinct today.”
Jesus was born in a village stable. No birth could be lowlier.
Possessed of profound wisdom, He had but meager education. No wife, no
child; yet He showed each lonely heart its deepest need.
For years He grew and learned His simple trade, shaping the native wood
to serve the wants of home and craft.
Three years he wandered, teaching, shaping the native hearts to service
of truth and love. He was never more than a few dozen miles from the
place of His birth.
He held no earthly rank or office, wrote no book, no song; painted no
picture, built no monument.
His native land was ruled by conquerors and foreign legions. While
still in the flush of youth, His own people turned against this Man who
strangely taught that evil can only be overcome with good.
He was betrayed for thirty pieces of sliver by one He had befriended.
He was denied by His close friend, and deserted by many others.
One dark hour He knelt in the garden, His home of decision.
He gave Himself over to His enemies, was tried and condemned in mockery,
spat upon and lashed; nailed to a cross between two thieves.
He died asking forgiveness for His persecutors while executioners
gambled for one of His few earthly possessions – His vesture.
A Borrowed Tomb Nearly two thousand years have passed, and no one has reigned or wrought, or served, or dreamed who has so touched and molded human life.
He is the ideal – the example – who has inspired the noblest and
humblest lives – the unalterable, wholesome influence in a world of
blood and tears.
He who had few real friends would be a friend of all. Homeless, He
dwells in countless homes. Books on His life fill libraries. His
Gospel covers the earth. Songs and music in His fraise fill the
heavens. Pictures, spires and monuments proclaim His influence.
Scholars, illiterates, rich men, and beggars rulers, and slaves – all
are measured by His life.
In a Roman court nearly twenty centuries ago Pontius Pilate asked of the
multitude demanding the death of this young Galilean: “I find no fault
in him. What shall I do with Jesus?”
Today each troubled heart must meet the challenge. The question is
before us, “What shall I do with Jesus?” – Selected
When Jesus was Crucified What Shall I do with Jesus? This is the question which must be answered by each individual for
himself. No one can answer for another. Jesus stands before you today. The way you answer this question now
may well determine what Jesus does with you when you stand before Him in
Judgment. What is you answer? |
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