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Sunday, May 11, 2025

Only Through Jesus Are We Made Worthy – A Surrendered Life is a Saved Life


"For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves—it is the gift of God—not as a result of your works, so that no one may boast."
— Ephesians 2:8–9 AMP

We live in a generation that glorifies independence. From childhood we are taught: be strong, take control, be enough, fix yourself, save yourself. But the truth of Scripture confronts this worldly wisdom with a holy blade:

You will never be enough.
You cannot fix yourself.
You cannot save yourself.

Only one can: Jesus.

The Truth of Our Condition

The Bible doesn’t flatter us. It tells us the reality:

"For all have sinned and continually fall short of the glory of God"
— Romans 3:23 AMP

Sin isn’t just bad behavior—it is rebellion against the authority and holiness of God. It is the cancer of our souls that disqualifies every human from entering into God’s presence.

"Your iniquities have made a separation between you and your God,
And your sins have hidden His face from you so that He does not hear."
— Isaiah 59:2 AMP

We were born separated. And no ritual, no effort, no ‘being a good person’ can erase sin. The payment for sin is not doing better. It is death.

"For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."
— Romans 6:23 AMP

 Only the Blood Makes Us Worthy

To make us worthy again, God Himself had to intervene.
Not by sending a mere prophet.
Not by offering a message of moral improvement.
But by becoming flesh—the very Creator entering His own creation to pay what we could never pay.

"And the Word (Christ) became flesh, and lived among us; and we [actually] saw His glory, glory as belongs to the [One and] only begotten Son of the Father, full of grace and truth."
— John 1:14 AMP

The Creator of galaxies became a baby.
The King of heaven let His hands be nailed to a tree.
The sinless one became sin for us.

"He made Christ who knew no sin to [judicially] be sin on our behalf, so that in Him we would become the righteousness of God [that is, we would be made acceptable to Him and placed in a right relationship with Him by His gracious lovingkindness]."
— 2 Corinthians 5:21 AMP

He was not just a messenger. He is the Arm of YHWH prophesied by Isaiah (Yeshayahu):

"To whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?"
— Isaiah 53:1, quoted again in John 12:38 to point directly to Jesus.

Only His sacrifice is acceptable.
Only His blood can cleanse.
Only His death can redeem.
Only His resurrection can raise you up.

Worthiness Comes by Surrender

Jesus said:

"If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow Me."
— Luke 9:23 AMP

We are not saved because we add Jesus to our lives like a spiritual bonus.
We are saved when we give our whole lives to Him.

It is not merely faith in Jesus.
It is surrender to Jesus.

You must say:
"I am not Lord over my life anymore.
Jesus is. I hand You control.
I am not enough. You are.
I want Your Spirit to live in me, not my own will."

This is how we are made vessels of God.
And when we do this with true faith, Ruach HaKodesh—The Holy Spirit—comes to dwell inside us.

"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit who is within you, whom you have [received as a gift] from God, and that you are not your own [property]?"
— 1 Corinthians 6:19 AMP

"You are not your own—you were bought with a price [you were actually purchased with the precious blood of Jesus and made His own]. So then, honor and glorify God with your body."
— 1 Corinthians 6:20 AMP

 He Makes His Nest In Us

The Holy Spirit is not a feeling.
He is not a force.
He is God’s own Spirit, who now takes residence in the hearts of those who belong to Jesus.
He makes a nest, a dwelling, in us.

This is the fulfillment of Ezekiel’s prophecy:

"I will give you a new heart, and put a new spirit within you; and I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.
I will put My Spirit within you and cause you to walk in My statutes."
— Ezekiel 36:26–27 AMP

You do not belong to yourself anymore.
You belong to Him.

You don’t make yourself worthy.
Jesus does.
And only those who come through His cross, not their own merit, are saved.

The Way is Low

The door into the Kingdom is narrow, and it is low.
Only the humble can enter.
Only those who say:

"I cannot do it. I give up. I surrender. Jesus, You take over. I make You my Lord, my God, my King."

"God is opposed to the proud, but gives grace to the humble."
— James 4:6 AMP

"Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; and whoever humbles himself will be exalted."
— Matthew 23:12 AMP

We do not approach God like champions.
We approach like beggars.
We kneel.
We surrender.
And He lifts us.

Only the broken find healing.
Only the desperate find hope.
Only the humble find salvation.

 Final Word: All Worthiness is in Him

So if someone asks you:

How do you know you're worthy of heaven?”
You must answer:
I am not. But Jesus is. And I belong to Him.”

You don’t enter eternity because of what you’ve done.
You enter because of what Jesus did—and you made Him your life.

"I have been crucified with Christ [that is, in Him I have shared His crucifixion]; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body I live by faith [by adhering to, relying on, and completely trusting] in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me."
— Galatians 2:20 AMP

That is the only way to be made worthy.

By His sacrifice.
By your surrender.
By His Spirit.
By His blood.
By His grace.
And by His name.

Yeshua. Jesus. The Arm of YHWH. Our Savior and our God.

"Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved."
— Acts 4:12

Let Him be your everything.

You don’t need to be in control anymore.
You were never meant to be.

Surrender.
Bow.
Believe.
Let Him fill you.
Let Him live through you.

And you will be saved.


Friday, July 10, 2015

Music coming from inside my hands:

Beautiful song I wanna share and translate for English speaking people. This song just make me cry. And feel so calm.



 My creator gave me two hands.
The Lord wishpered:" Use them to love."

Ill take my hands in to use, just wait and see.
I'm not gonna keep the power hidden.

But I did not learn to love, I left my hands inside my pockets.
They withered silently in their hideout.

The years and days passed.
I did not learn to use my hands. My hands were clumsy and hard and cold.
I went to show my hands to the Creator: "Look what are my hands"

What ever ever I want to touch, it just breaks into pieces under my hands.
My hands are scattering death, and method of loving is breaking everything.

So it is best if I just keep my hands in my pocket. I hid and cover them with care,
so they don't be able to destroy no more. I throw soil over them.

I saw tears in the eyes of my creator, no any hint of blame (or making quilty):
"Give your dirty hands to me. I wanna tend and wash them."

I don't cannot understand / Dont know what happened at that moment. The winds
started to blow. They wiped away the dirt and bitterness. Then there started coming
music from my hands / my hands started to play.

They played uknown/ weird melody. Really quietly at first. I could not silence it
as it took more room wildy. And it spreaded with dauntless power into
so familiar hands of mine that brusted with melody.

The light flowed into tips of my fingers. God, you gave me my hands. My whole soul
is thanking You. My hands are mere a channel.
What ever you wish, do it. Its enough.


Original:

Minä Luojalta kaksi kättä sain.
 Luoja kuiskasi;" Rakasta niillä."
Otan kädet käyttöön, odota vain.
En voiman suo salassa piillä.
Mutta en oppinut rakastamaan,
minun käteni taskuihin jäivät.
Ne kuihtuivat hiljaa piilossaan.
Ohi kulkivat vuodet ja päivät.
En oppinut käsiä käyttämään
ne olivat köpelöt, kovat.
Niitä Luojalle lähdin näyttämään:
" Katso, millaiset käteni ovat."
Mitä tahansa tahdon koskettaa,
se musertuu kätteni alla.
Minun käteni kylvää kuolemaa,
ja rakastaa rikkomalla.
On siis paras, kun käteni taskuun jää.
Kädet huolella kätken ja peitän,
niin ne eivät tuhoa enempää.
Niiden päälle nyt multaa heitän.
Näin Luojani silmissä kyyneleet,
en jälkekään syytöksestä:
" Anna minulle kädet likaiset.
Minä tahdon ne hoitaa ja pestä."
Mitä tapahtui silloin, tiedä en.
Tuulet alkoivat huminoida.
Ne pyyhkivät lian ja katkerudeuden.
Minun käteni alkoivat soida.
Ja ne soittivat outoa sävelmää
ensin arasti aivan ja salaa.
Sitä säveltä voinut en hiljentää,
kun se villinä valtasi alaa.
Ja se levisi hurjalla voimalla
minun tuttuihin käsiini näihin,
jotka ilosta uhkoivat soimalla.
Valo virtasi sormen päihin.
Jumala, Sinulta käteni sain.
Koko sieluni Sinua Kiittää.
Minun käteni ovat kanava vain.
Mitä tahdot, se tee, se riittää.