Saturday, 12 April 2025

The Memorial




Tonight, after sunset, millions worldwide will be memorialising the death of Jesus Christ, and remembering the ransom sacrifice he made.

I cannot express what it means for us better than our Scriptural thought for today does:

The gift God gives is everlasting life by Christ Jesus our Lord.​—Romans 6:23.

On our own, we could never redeem ourselves from sin and death. (Psalm 49:7, 8) So at great cost to himself and to his dear Son, Jehovah arranged for Jesus to give his life in our behalf. The more we meditate on what Jehovah and Jesus sacrificed for us, the more we will appreciate the ransom. When Adam sinned, he forfeited the prospect of everlasting life not only for himself but also for all his children. In order to buy back what Adam lost, Jesus offered his own perfect life as a sacrifice. During his entire life on earth, Jesus “committed no sin, nor was deception found in his mouth.” (1 Peter 2:22) At the time of his death, Jesus’ perfect life corresponded exactly to the life Adam lost.​—1 Corinthians 15:45; 1 Timothy 2:6.

Col won't be able to be with me at the Kingdom Hall this year, but he is going to chauffeur me, as he is allowed to drive now.

He had his day surgery on Thursday.  He left early, got back late, but in one piece and looking fine.  For which I do thank God!  It was a very worrying day.

He will need to go back in a few weeks, make sure all is OK.  

The poor guy then had to spend the next morning dealing with the Inland Revenue, who had sent us a letter saying that we owe them some money. At the same time their website clearly says that we have paid our current tax bill and owe nothing - a Big Fat Zero.

So Col had to spend most of his morning trying to phone them which meant sitting for ages and ages with the phone saying things like: "Your call is very valuable to us", "an agent will be with you soon", etc etc.  After an hour or so of this we were feeling rather fragile, but then we got through to a lovely young lady, somewhere in Newcastle I think, who really took her time and helped us sort the muddle out.  Whatever her pay is, please double it.  She is worth paying a bit more tax for.

The bluebells are out again. So it is the time of year that Col, Jacks and me would usually go out for our bluebell walk.  The olden days now, alas.

But, with the precious ransom sacrifice in mind, maybe one day the three of us will walk in bluebell woods again. They are lovely enough now, so how lovely will they be when the whole earth is paradise?

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