He lives

"Our Redeemer lives..." I was singing the chorus in church this morning, like every other Sunday. I was a little distracted this week, so I was mostly just singing, not really worshipping. I realized this, and then I started thinking about the huge impact this line has. Our Redeemer lives.... The Muslims worship a god, and fight for and kill for a god that is dead. He can't do anything. He doesn't hear their prayers, or send angels to care for them. He doesn't even know their name. The Hindus go to their temple in the morning before they do anything, even shower, in order to offer a sacrifice to their god so that he won't be angry with them. Their god is made out of wood. Or snakes. Or any concoction of crazy images. Their god is not alive. He doesn't care about them. Hindus think their gods will destroy them if they don't appease them. They serve their god out of fear for their life. Buddhists are much the same. They think the more impoverished they live in this life, the greater their next life will be. But their god is not alive. He can't care for them. My God can. He is alive! He's ALIVE! He does know my name. In fact He knew everything about me before I existed. His thoughts towards me are more numerous than the sand on the seashore. He cares about me. He loves me. He is living & active. He encompasses the whole world. He sees all & hears all. I am important to Him. He wants good things for me. I don't have to appease Him. He is not just a statue. He is real. And He loves us! If I was a little more charismatic, or a little less laid back I would have started dancing around the church. How exciting is that news! Our Redeemer lives! That's one thing Christianity has that no other religion has. A living, breathing God. How incredible. Take time today to worship Him.