Power 2.0: Doing the Impossible

God has spoken once; twice have I heard this; that power belongs unto God. -Psalm 62:11

God, Sovereign, unbound by no rules, has done what you and I can never do. By making His Son Jesus to die for our sins, He has shown HIS great power.

It is the most impossible feat; the most Holy and blameless person who walked this earth took the place of the most sinful and unrighteous men, as He took on the sins of all the world upon His shoulders. This was to make us, we who revelled in our uncleanness, blind and oblivious to our sorry state, become perfect in God's sight.

And why does this show His power? It is because it is a work that not even the strongest, most zealous, enthusiastic person can dream of achieving. It is because it is a work that transcends time and will carry on into eternity. It is because it is a work that no one can dispute, no one can stand against it. God planned and He did it, and no one can come in the way of what He has achieved.

So, by God through Christ, we have been brought to God; no longer candidates of His wrath and now recipients of His eternal life. Reconciled to God.

Who can stand in the way of what He has done? Who can take the glory? God alone has purchased for us the highest good--Himself--paying with the Highest price, Himself.

Psalm 106:8: Nevertheless He saved them for His name's sake, that He might make His mighty power to be known

Matthew 6:13: And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever. Amen.

May God, by His great power, keep us trusting in His great power till the very end.

Love,

FeyVored

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