The story of salvation does not start on a warm summer day in the ‘90s, when, at the age of 6 or 8, I was on a car trip and the thought occurred to me that if we crashed and I died, I would go to hell. It does not begin on a spring morning in the A.D. 30s, when a man who was God rose from the dead, nor a few days before that when he was killed. It does not commence between 5 B.C. and A.D. 1, when the God-man was birthed by a virgin. It did not start several thousand years before that when God gave a formal system of sacrifices to a prince-turned-shepherd named Moses, nor before that when He saved the few righteous men on earth by water, nor even before that when the first man sacrificed an animal as atonement for his sin. It does not even start when that man fell from perfection into depravity. The story of salvation begins before the world was created, before time was started; there is no specific day, days not then having been formed. God made a covenant within Himself, between the members of His Trinity.
My Jesus, I Love Thee
My Jesus, I love thee, I know thou art mine,
For thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art thou,
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
For thee all the follies of sin I resign;
My gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art thou,
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.
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