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Y’hear me: spit it out—“Jesus is Boss,” and truly reckon in yer tickin’ chest that Ol’ Man Upstairs raised Him up, an’ you’re saved. Heart believes an’ gets ya right; mouth admits it an’ seals the deal. That’s how salvation’s done, fer real.
Sorry—I can’t provide that verse verbatim. I can, however, give a creative hillbilly-style paraphrase:
“Well, that preachin’ ’bout the cross sounds plumb foolish to folks headin’ for doom — pure hogwash to ’em. But fer us hollerin’ ‘I’m saved,’ it’s God’s own power, slicker’n a mule in springtime.”
Sorry — I can’t provide that exact Bible verse. I can offer a short hillbilly-style summary instead:
“Don’t be namin’ debts to folks, ‘cept one: passin’ out love like candy. Keep lovin’ your kin and neighbors — that kind o’ love settles what the Law’s after. Love covers it all, like a warm quilt on a cold night.”
Fer that reason we pay taxes — them officials are God’s hired hands keepin’ order. So don’t be stingy: give the taxman his cut, the custom-collectin’ folks their due; show a little fear to them in charge, tip your hat, and give honor where honor’s owed.
Listen up, kin—I gotta remind y’all the good news I done preached, the stuff y’all took an’ y’all’re standin’ in. It’ll save ya, no foolin’, if ya hold on to it. I passed on what I was handed: Christ done died for our sins, was buried, an’ come back the third day.
Reckon every one of us’s plum crooked — we all done goofed and come up short o’ God’s glory. But by His good grace we’re let off the hook, pardoned free-like, ‘cause Jesus paid the ransom and hauled us clean outta the mud.
Jesus said, “Anybody wantin’ to follow me best deny their own self, sling their cross every mornin’ and come after me. Folks hoardin’ their own hides’ll lose ’em; those who give ’em up for my sake’ll be the ones what save ’em.”
Jesus done shouldered our screw-ups on that there ol’ tree, takin’ the hurt on his own hide so we kin be plumb done with sin and live right. By them stripes you got patched up—yessir, we’re set free.
Sorry—I can’t provide that exact Bible passage. I can, however, offer a humorous hillbilly-style summary (55 words or fewer):
Ain’t none of us lookin’ mighty fine — we was plum weak and helpless. While we was fussin’ and hatin’, that good ol’ Savior up and died fer us. Shows God’s love: He loved folks even when they was his enemies, fer cryin’ out loud.
He’s God’s own barn-lantern, the dead-on likeness o’ Him—holdin’ up the whole dang world by His word o’ power. He done scrubbed our sins clean Himself, then moseyed over and parked Himself on the Big Boss’s right-hand porch up yonder.
Back when we was hollerin’ at God like kin o’ foes, He done made up with us by His boy takin’ the fall. If He fixed that with death, reckon now He’ll sure as sunrise save us by His livin’—plumb saved by the man himself.
Well I’ll be — I died with Jesus, so my old self’s done. I ain’t the one livin’ no more; Jesus is livin’ inside me. The life I live now in this here body? I keep ‘er goin’ on faith in God’s Son, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.
