Not even the smallest details of God’s plan for the world were left to chance. Everything was designed, planned, and carried out by the mind of our all-wise, all-knowing God. This includes even the death of Christ. The same God who watches over angels and sparrows, who counts the hairs on our heads,

wasn’t about to overlook the greatest miracle on earth—Christ’s death. No, the blood-stained page of history, the page that makes both past and future glorious with golden words—this page, too, was written by the hand of Jehovah, just like every other.

Sometimes the sun rises before you realize it because a long morning twilight comes before it actually appears above the horizon. In the same way, spiritual life might dawn slowly in our souls before we fully recognize it; but there is still a moment

when it begins. There’s a point where the unsaved become saved, and the unregenerate become regenerated; and there’s a clear line between the two. On which side are you?