NO ONE EVER CARED FOR ME LIKE JESUS

I'd like to share with you an article from my book. The picture at right is Dr. Charles Weigle.

I KNOW THE AUTHOR

Every day He comes to me with new assurance,
More and more I understand His words of love;
But I’ll never know just why He came to save me,
Till some day I see His blessed face above.
No One Ever Cared for Me Like Jesus,
C.F. Weigle

It was the middle of the 1960s, but we hadn’t come to demonstrate for or against abortion, women’s rights or the peace movement. We had gathered to celebrate a birthday. Hundreds of students and faculty marched down Main Street in Chattanooga. Dr. Charles Weigle, hymn writer and mentor for many young people, had turned 95. The Sunday evening service of Highland Park Church was being held in the Civic Center this one special evening.
Dr. Weigle sat with us in the dining hall at Tennessee Temple College. He had a room on campus, where students cared for him. I remember his winning smile. I remember he talked to any of the students—about something funny or about a serious problem. I remember he liked lots of sugar in his tea.
The Weigle Singers, formed in his honor, sang his most recognized hymn, “No One Ever Cared for Me Like Jesus.” What an honor to know the man who had penned these words. Every time I hear the song, I want to say, “I knew the author.”
Dr. Weigle didn’t make it to 96. He went to be with the One about whom he’d been singing for over 40 years—the one who comforted him when his wife left him after he became a Christian. He went on to be with the Author of his faith and my faith—and the faith of anyone who receives this Jesus.
I don’t hear Dr. Weigle’s songs much anymore. We have a new era in music. But the same thought is still being penned and proclaimed: “There’s simply nobody who cares for us like Jesus.”
When Christmas rolls around this year, I hope I’ll remember with a new zeal whose birthday I’m celebrating—whether I read the Nativity story with my family, fellowship over a cup of hot chocolate with my church family, or march down Main Street, singing His praises.

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith…Hebrews 12:2

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This and 98 other stories can be found in Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends. You may purchase it from me, Amazon or Lighthouse Christian Publishing.

Speaking of ninety-something people, my mother just celebrated her 93rd birthday yesterday. What a joy to be a part of her long and happy life.

Thank you all four your support.

Marty