Dear John,

I first heard about your story when I was just a little girl in Sunday school. It was a story that I didn’t really understand until I got much older and thought it was a strange story. Your mom was really old, a senior citizen, when she had you and your father couldn’t speak until you were born. You were filled with the Holy Spirit in your mothers womb. You jumped around in your mom’s stomach because your unborn cousin Jesus was near you… John you were one smart… I mean anointed baby.

John you hung out in the wilderness and sustained yourself on locusts and honey and your style of dress was a outfit made of camel skins and a leather belt. John… I like the leather belt… but where did you get the camel skin? (I don’t even want to think about that one) John…you went around preaching and telling people to repent and they repented and confessed their sins to you… John….how did you get them to do that?….Oh I forgot….you were filled with the Holy Spirit before you were born…..John…..I too have the Holy Spirit and have been trying to do what you do……well not eating bugs and honey and sporting the camel clothes…..but I have gotten out there sharing the good news…it’s hard though…..I will pray for more boldness like you.

And then John you baptized Jesus and you didn’t even want to do it but He made you anyway. John you are so humble….I love that about you. John you were not afraid to tell people about themselves and you sure told Herodias about herself, but she had some tricks up her sleeve and her plans worked when she had her daughter ask for your head on a platter. You know the king really liked to hear you preach too but did wrong by marrying that wicked Herodias who was the kings own brothers wife. John your story could definitely be a made for TV movie……oh……I know….you have no idea what a TV is….sorry about that.

Anyway John I just want you to know that your story truly inspires me now at my age of 59 years old. I really get it now and I understand you. You knew who Jesus was and you dedicated your life to spreading the gospel and telling people to repent of their sins. That is exactly what I’m going to do with the rest of my life John.

John….we now have a box called a television and another one called a computer. We have so much technology and can spread the gospel on a thing called the internet. I’ve even written about you on my blog today…..oh…that’s a..…never mind….just know that I’ve shared your wonderful story with many people today.

Dearest John…..I know you are having a blessed time in heaven and have been rewarded for all your prep work you did for the coming of Jesus while you were here on earth……John….I’ll see you when I get to heaven…maybe we can do lunch…..I know Jesus has prepared a feast.

In God’s Service ….Love…

Tanya… your sister in Christ

Luke 1: 11-15 Then an angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the altar of incense. 12 When Zechariah saw him, he was startled and was gripped with fear. 13 But the angel said to him: “Do not be afraid, Zechariah; your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to call him John. 14 He will be a joy and delight to you, and many will rejoice because of his birth, 15 for he will be great in the sight of the Lord.

Mark 1: 4-8 And so John the Baptist appeared in the wilderness, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. 5 The whole Judean countryside and all the people of Jerusalem went out to him. Confessing their sins, they were baptized by him in the Jordan River. 6 John wore clothing made of camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist, and he ate locusts and wild honey. 7 And this was his message: “After me comes the one more powerful than I, the straps of whose sandals I am not worthy to stoop down and untie. 8 I baptize you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”

Mark 6:27-28 So he immediately sent an executioner with orders to bring John’s head. The man went, beheaded John in the prison, 28 and brought back his head on a platter. He presented it to the girl, and she gave it to her mother.