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Do you believe "Where there's life, there's hope?"

I was asked this question: Do you believe where there's life, there's hope?" 

Yes, I do.

A beating heart signifies life. I just read an article about a woman who has been termed "brain-dead." Because she does not have brain activity that can be measured by a machine, and since she is listed as an organ donor, most doctors would say there is no hope and her organs should be taken to save someone else's life.

But if her heart is beating, she is still alive.

There is still hope that she could revive.

I was walking in our back garden today and I saw clusters of daffodils in the fresh snow. They had buds. The buds, were encrusted with snow. They could have been frozen. Some would say, "There is no hope, the flowers are dead." Others might say, "No, they could still be revived and bloom." 

Now, back to the woman lying in the hospital bed. Another girl lay, dead on a bed. She lived in a middle eastern country. A prophet was called for. One who was known for performing miracles.

"Then He took the child by the hand, and said to her "Talitha, cumi," which is translated, "Little girl, I say to you, arise." (Mark 5:41)

And she arose!

Jesus Christ is the name of the Prophet. But He is not just a prophet. He is also Savior, King and Lord. Without Him, there could be no lasting hope. He has experienced death. He died. A cruel, torturous death. He came back to life, three days later and left the tomb.

"For I delivered to you first of all that which I also received: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, and that He was buried, and that He rose again the third day according to the Scriptures." (1 Corinthians 15:3-4)

As long as a person has a beating heart there is hope for life, both physical and spiritual. 

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