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.


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