I love Jesus. 
And it hurts my heart when I think about those who don’t. 
But not as much…ugh, not as much as it hurts Jesus. 

And to think that they don’t love Him only because they don’t really know Him. 
That’s why I didn’t resist too much when Jesus nudged me in the direction of this blog. 
You see… it is very important to me that I show people just how cool Jesus is. 

Actually, cool doesn’t quite cut it… 
Today, I am not going to give you the usual spiel of “He died for you,” or “He was born so that you could live.”
Even though these are all true and are pretty dope. 
Instead, I am going to tell you the story of a girl who seemingly had everything. Rich-enough parents, great grades, beauty, and of course…boys’ attention. 
As most stories go, there was but.
Her but? She couldn’t control her bladder when she slept. 
Like a mythical werewolf or Princess Fiona from Shrek, she dreaded the night.
In a house that wasn’t hers, she would stay up sometimes, fighting sleep so as not to soil a bed that wasn’t hers. 
She tried everything. She prayed because she was told it worked. She drank yam soup because she was told it helped. 
She was the laughingstock of all who knew and needed a reason to laugh at her.
To mock her: The golden girl of the grade, a bedwetter!

But she met Jesus. Actually, Jesus found her and took this reproach from her life. And the mouths of her mockers were shut. 
This girl had done nothing that was worth a personal visit from the King of Kings Himself. But He did it, anyway.
He found her, the lost sheep, and brought her back home to Him. 
Just like He found Zacchaeus and the woman who bled for 12 years and the mad man at Gerasenes. Need I say more?

So, I love Jesus. Because He found me in the worst of places yet never makes me feel unworthy or unloved. 
I could go on and on, but I think you get the gist.
Jesus is the coolest thing since before sliced bread, and I want you to know.

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Some helpful verses: 1 Peter 2:15, Luke 19:10, Luke 8:43-48, Mark 5:1-13, Luke 15:1-7