Why You Should Tell Someone That Jesus Loves Them

“Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked me a question, but in the hastiness of her speech, and the way that she rapidly walked toward me, I knew that she was coming, whether I answered “yes” or “no.”

I was on lunch break at a shopping center, walking back toward my car, when I heard the voice call out to me from the corner of the building.

The lady, who would later introduce herself to me as “Lorraine,” seemed to come out of nowhere.

As I whipped my head around, and set my eyes on her, the look on her face told me exactly what she wanted to talk about.

She wanted to talk about Jesus.

I had a little extra time, and I grew up going to church, so I respected “church people.”

Therefore, I responded to her with a half-hearted, “Sure.”

She asked me, “Are you saved?”

“Oh my gosh here we go,” was the feeling that I had, but before I knew it I blurted out, “I tried to be before, but nothing ever happened.”

Which is true. Ever since I was a little girl, I would pray to God periodically, and ask Him to save me, but I never really understood what I was asking, nor did I really understand what salvation was.

She said to me, “The Lord told me to speak to you,” and she proceeded to tell me how God wanted to save me, how salvation works, and then she told me that Jesus loves me.

I’d always heard that I needed to be saved, I knew about Hell, and was fully aware of my sins, but up until that moment, I don’t recall anyone ever telling me personally, face to face, that Jesus loves me.

I had started to believe that He didn’t even want me and that I couldn’t be saved. I had given up on the whole salvation thing, and had accepted my fate.

However, her words awakened something deep down inside of me, and they got my attention.

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She asked if she could pray with me. I told her “yes.” So we moved over closer to my old, dented up, Lincoln LS, and stood beside it while she held my hands and prayed for me, in the middle of the parking lot.

I don’t remember the exact words that she prayed, but as I stood there with my eyes closed, I began to feel a fullness growing rapidly in the middle of my chest.

I wasn’t sure what it was, so I tried my best to hold it back, but I couldn’t.

So, I gave in and I let it go.

Uncontrollable tears began to flood my eyes and stream down the front and the sides of my cheeks. I felt a feeling of love and peace that I’d never experienced before.

It felt like acceptance. It felt like…forgiveness.

What a wonderful feeling.

That day I will always remember, because it’s the day that I first actually heard, realized, and understood that Jesus loves me.

And that simple truth has changed the course of my life forever.

I believe that many people who have yet to accept Christ, do actually believe in Jesus, and they know that they are living in rebellion to God, which will bring about eternal consequences.

However, I’m not quite convinced that they are actually aware of the fact, or that they actually believe and understand, that Jesus truly does love them.

That’s why you should tell someone that Jesus loves them.

Because they may not know. It’s as simple as that.

When is the last time you told someone sincerely, and with genuine concern, that Jesus loves them? Why not share this good news with someone today?

Jesus loves you! God Bless!

“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

Romans 5:8

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