There isn’t one breaking heart Christ is not willing to heal. No burden our King is not committed to bear.
Back in Esther’s day, one had to be summoned by the king to have a word with him. Or, as in Esther’s case, you could cover yourself in high priced apparel, illegally show up outside the king’s door, and hope he doesn’t have you arrested, or beheaded.
Only if you found favor in his eyes would the king spare your life. His golden scepter stretched out to your hand.
This is the gospel, dear one.
King Jesus summons all from the cross. Lawbreakers, we come in filthy rags. Without reluctance, He welcomes us into His home. Covers our broken and contrite heart with His royal blood, crowns us as heirs. Offers, not just half a kingdom, but a seat right next to Him.
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