Jesus, Jesus. How beautiful and powerful a name. I often uttered it in scorn.
In my most frightened moments, when I didn’t know what else to say or what else to do, it was the thing that I whispered and the fear would flee.
The impending doom that would press in on my chest in those quiet dark moments would leave when I just squeezed out the name… Jesus.
Now the name flows freely from my lips. It’s like a song. It has power, it has healing.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.
There’s no sweeter name.