When I’m sick, I want my doctor to know everything he can—all my symptoms—so he can diagnose my ailment correctly, and give me the right medicine in the right dosage. I want to be cured. I want to be healthy. I want to live.
Well, I am sick.
So are you. And it’s ugly.
If I want the right cure for my specific strain of sin, I need the Great Physician to know everything about me. I need all my sinful ways exposed if I want healing for my wounds and from my fatal disease of sin.
I NEED Him to know.
My salvation depends on it. I want to be cured. I want to be healthy. I want to live.
And, miracle of miracles, He does know.
His cure? A holy blood transfusion.
Well, I am sick.
So are you. And it’s ugly.
If I want the right cure for my specific strain of sin, I need the Great Physician to know everything about me. I need all my sinful ways exposed if I want healing for my wounds and from my fatal disease of sin.
I NEED Him to know.
My salvation depends on it. I want to be cured. I want to be healthy. I want to live.
And, miracle of miracles, He does know.
His cure? A holy blood transfusion.
Perfect Healer: perfect healing.
--from Wednesday's Sept 12 class
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