Jesus Christ, the Hope of Glory!

He has kept this secret for centuries and generations past, but now at last it has pleased him to tell it to those who love him and live for him, and the riches and glory of his plan are for you Gentiles, too. And this is the secret: Christ in your hearts is your only hope of glory. 1 Colossians: 26-27 TLB

Jesus, the hope of glory, these words came flooding in my spirit in the wee hours of the morning as I turned over from sleep. I awoke and started to search the scriptures. What do those words mean to me? Considering, we are in the festive holiday spirit but more importantly the Christmas season, I began to think back to the Garden of Eden, when mankind fell out of communion and fellowship with God because of sin. Adam and Eve was dismissed out of the Garden because of their sin but God always had a plan for redemption and restoration for them. Moreover, how much more did he considered those who were not directly related to His chosen race of people. He had a plan to see that we, who would be regarded as Gentiles, would come to the saving grace and knowledge of Christ. His plan transcended not only Jews, but Gentiles alike through His only son Jesus, our hope of glory.

Jesus, God's Plan of Redemption

He had a plan for me that I would be adopted as rightful heir and be a recipient of his heritage, with all rights and privileges extended to me because of my acceptance of His only begotten son...Jesus!

For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten son that whosoever believeth on him, shall not perish but have everlasting life...-John 3:16

What a hope to,know that the coming of Christ to the earth was part of a major redemptive work that no Jew, nor Greek or a Gentile would be lost in sin but that we can have everlasting life and are all included as sons and daughters of God.

I hear people talk during the holidays about specific gifts that are meaningful and worthy and they may make a statement that the particular gift keeps on giving. However, Gods gift to the world has trumped them all, he gave his all, the greatest gift possible, His Son Jesus, the hope of glory!

So, dear friends, while we are out breathing in all of the commercialism this festive season has to offer, pause but for a moment and think about how much it cost God to give his gift to the world and consider the fact that he included you and. I as a part of His redemptive plan. He did not had to do it but thank God, He did!

Unveiled to be Transformed
-Keisha

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