A consistent theme, existentially, for me is this: I cannot get my brain and heart around the immensity of God's love and mercy for us, through Jesus Christ.
Something is rotten in Denmark, and in me. If the Gospel is true (and it is) and as big a deal as it seems (and it is) then why the gloom? Why the foreboding? Little trials like work difficulties, illness, loss, death, hunger, poverty, shame, failure are nothing compared to the vastness of Christ's imputed righteousness and grace. We no longer must strive for acceptance! We are no longer required to provide proof of our capabilities and worth (like at work). Glory, Hallelujah! Amazing Grace! We are right with God through Jesus!
And yet....
Do I dare allow myself to fall into the reality of God's extravagant love for us, His people? Do I dare, as 'Mater would say, "to not to?"
Oh, to be free of the flesh that wars against the ability to know, the world that propagates false solutions to real emptiness and longing, and the devil that lies.
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