Look To Him

When Looking Up is the Only Way to Live

In prayer this morning, the Holy Spirit brought John 12:32 to my mind: “When I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all people to myself.” As I sat with that verse, I was reminded of Jesus’ conversation with Nicodemus in John 3 — you know, the one about being born again. Jesus said something powerful in verses 14 and 15: “Just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up.”

That got me curious. What did Jesus really mean by being “lifted up”? I traced it back to Numbers 21, where the Israelites — grumbling and discouraged in the wilderness — were met with poisonous snakes as a result of their sin. People were dying. It was chaos.

Then came mercy.

God told Moses to make a bronze serpent, lift it on a pole, and anyone who simply looked at it — would live. Just look.

It seems too easy, right? But it wasn’t about the bronze snake. It was about trusting the One who provided it. It was about faith.

Fast-forward to Jesus. He’s saying: That bronze serpent? That was Me. That was a shadow of what I came to do. I will be lifted up — and when people look to Me in faith, they’ll live too. Not just physically. Eternally.

Isn’t that incredible? The Bible is so beautiful like that — Old Testament shadows becoming New Testament reality. The whole story points to Jesus.

And here’s what I can’t stop thinking about: Sin is poison. It spreads. It kills. But God provides a cure. And the cure requires us to look straight at the thing we caused — to see Jesus, hanging on the cross, bearing our curse.

We don’t earn our healing. We receive it when we stop looking at everything else and simply look to Him.

Friend, whatever you’re facing today, stop striving. Stop looking around. Look up. See the One who was lifted for you.

Have you really looked at Jesus — or just glanced?

Let today be the day you truly see Him.


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