Ruth 3&4, I Chronicles 2:3-16

Aren’t ancient customs funny? Ruth couldn’t tweet Boaz what was on her mind so, while he was sleeping, she uncovered his feet and slept there. A business transaction consisted of taking off your sandal in front of a few people. That was it? No contract to sign? No down payment?

I guess things have changed a bit since then. Except for the fact we still need a kinsman redeemer. And his name is Jesus. From the cross and in front of the world Jesus proclaimed… “I’ll redeem Connie. I’ll take her to myself and care for her.” All I had to do was go to him.

Blessed Redeemer, Jesus is mine!

I know that my Redeemer lives.

Redeemed, how I love to proclaim it, redeemed by the blood of the Lamb.

Lots of good old hymns speak about the fact that once I was lost. But Jesus paid whatever it took to make me his own. 

Redeemed! Redeemed! His child and forever I am.