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Light for everyone

"The true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world."
John 1:9


"He was the true light, who gives light to everyone who comes into the world."

This is why I love the Scripture.  One little verse such as this with such complexity.  So many various meanings and interpretations and applications to our lives.  One little verse offering so much "bread."  We could chew and chew and chew and never be full.

The distinctions here are important and are primarily why I have such a great hope in Jesus and sometimes lean toward Christian Universalism.  I have a great hope (not a solid conviction) that Jesus has saved everyone.  Has given light to everyone--everyone who comes into the world.

I understand that this is controversial.  But like I said, I have a great hope.  

I hope that Jesus will redeem all of those who never had the chance to learn about Him on earth.
I hope that Jesus will redeem all of those who knew about him but never had an encounter with His love.
I hope that Jesus knows the context of our lives and has compassion (all behavior makes sense in context).
I hope that at the end of all things He will look around at all of the souls, every soul ever created, and say, "Come on in."  For who could stand in the presence of God without true repentance?  Hitler on his knees sobbing.  Jesus placing a hand on his shoulder and saying, "I forgive you.  You knew not.."

He is Light.  Full of color and movement.  Absorbing darkness.  Healing.  He is the True Light. Absorbing the darkness of "everyone who comes into the world."  What if it were true?  
For me?  It makes me fall in love with God even more.  Hoping that His love is just that vast.  

Here's hoping.


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