I hear stuff every day like, “I don’t have anything.  I don’t have anyone that even seems to care.”  People in our world are not waiting to hear about how crappy they are, how worthless they are, and how nothing that they can do will get them to heaven. 

They’re waiting to hear about something that can deliver them from all that hopelessness and despair.  If there’s anybody that’s an expert on all the stuff that I do wrong, it’s me.  I don’t need anyone else to tell me that, and I certainly don’t need Satan (whose name means “accuser”) to stand before God and accuse me of all the stuff I’ve ever done wrong.  I can tell God myself. 

What I need is a Deliverer: someone that can give me hope that can heal me and bring me out of the stuff I can’t get out of myself.  I can’t do it.  I know this.  If I could, I would have done it years ago.  I don’t need to hear how crappy I am.  I need to hear that I’m worth saving, and that there’s a God there that’s itching to save me, if I’d give Him the chance to. 

I need to hear about a God that’s completely capable of making me whole, of cleansing me from all the crap that I got myself into to begin with.  I need to hear that I can be made pure again by a God that created us to be pure in the beginning.  I need to hear that there’s a God that can restore me to what He intended for me to be.  That, my friends, would be good news to hear.  And THAT is what Jesus came to tell us.  It’s real.